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SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

tOBDAlLT    SUNO    AT    CAMP,    PEATER,  AND    SOCIAL 

MEETINGS,    AND    EEVIVALS    OV 

RELIGION. 

DESIGNED  FOR  ALL  DENOMNATIONS. 


COMPILED 

BY  JOSEPH  BEVER. 


•*And  they  Bung  as  it  were  a  new  song  before 
throne."— Bev. 
"Let  the  inhabitants  of  the  Rock  sing."— Isa. 


DAYTON,  0. 

Q  estab: 

lEN  IN  C 

1858. 


tBINTED  AT  THE  PEINTINQ  ESTABLISHMENT  OV  THE  VSTtn 
BBETHBEN  IN  CHRIST. 


PREFACE 


The  compiler  of  the  Christian  Songstee  hafi 
but  few  apologies  to  offer  in  presenting  it 
to  a  generous  public. 

Many  of  the  pieces  found  in  foiiner  colleo- 
tions  of  this  kind,  are  known  to  have  fallen 
into  general  disuse,  and  something  new  is 
looked  and  sought  for.  Hence,  it  appears  nec- 
essary, in  order  to  meet  the  expectation  and 
demand  of  this  progressive  age,  to  furnish 
from  time  to  time  something  new,  in  this 
department,  and  yet  pure  and  elevated  in 
spirituality   and  devotional   aspirations. 

This  volume  claims  to  contain  many  pieces 
that  have  never  before  been  published  in  book- 
form  ;  while,  at  the  same  time,  it  contains 
many  old  ones,  selected  from  various  authors ; 


ir  PREFACE. 

thus  bringing  these  valuable  hymns  and  spirifc- 
ual  songs  together,  and  forming  them  into  a 
book  for  convenience. 

It  is  not  pretended  that  all  the  pieces  found 
in  this  "work,  are  written  in  the  best  poetical 
style.  But  it  is,  however,  confidently  believed* 
that  none  are  contained  in  it,  that  have  not 
real  merit,  and  their  admirers. 

The  compiler  would,  therefore,  submit  this 
new  collection  of  Hymns  and  spiritual  Songs 
to  the  public,  believing  that  it  will  meet  with 
favorable  reception  by  all  those  who  have  the 
cause  of  God  at  heart.  J.  BEVER. 

Melmore,  March,  1858. 


CHRISTIAN  SONGSTER. 


P.  M.     12,8,12,8,11,11,11. 
The  Pure   Testimony. 

THE    pure    testimony  put   forth    in  the 
Spirit, 
Outs  like  a  sharp  two-edged  sword ; 
And  hypocrites  now  are  most  sorely  tc»- 

mented. 
Because  they're  conderan'd  by  the  word. 
The  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dross. 
While  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the 

cross, 
And  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be 
gather 'd 
Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God  ; 
Baptiz'd  by  one  Spirit  into  the  one  body, 
Pai-taking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood ; 

5 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

They  di-ink  in  one  Spirit,  whicli  makes 

them  all  see. 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they 

be. 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the 

free. 

Then  blow  ye  the  trmnpet  in  pure  testi- 
mony, 

And  let  the  world  hear  it  again; 

0,  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Egypt,  and  So- 
dom, 

And  make  your  way  over  the  plain  ; 

Come  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  the 
Lamb, 

And  walk  in  the  Spirit  as  Jesus  has  done. 

In  the  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 

The  world  will  not  persecute  those  who  are 

like  them. 
But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  out  separation. 
Which  calls  you  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Come   out  from  their   spirit    and   practices 

too — 
The  track  of  your  Savior  keep  full  in  you? 

view, 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  its  way  through. 

A  battle  is  coming  between  the  two  king- 
doms— 
The  armies  ai*e  gathering  around ; 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  7 

The  pure  testimony  and  vile  persecution, 
Will  come  to  close  battle  ere  long. 
Then  gird  on  your  ai-mor,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
And  he  will  direct  you  by  his  living  Vord — 
The  pure  testimony  "will  cut  like  a  sword 

6  The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  mustering 
his  forces, 

To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again-— 

By  slander,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecu- 
tion. 

That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain  ; 

But  shun  his  temptations  wherever  they 
lay. 

And  fear  not  his  servants  whatever  they 
say. 

The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 

2  P.  M.    7,7,7,7,7,7. 

Desire  to  Imitate  the  Pious. 

DANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal ; 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all. 

S  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydla's  tender  heartedness ; 


8  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER 

Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James'  faith  by  works  reveal 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion'  know  ; 
Samuel's  call,  0,  may  I  hear  ! 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share  ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallowed  fire 

All  my  new  born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer^ 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care  ; 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditating  heart ; 
Abra'm's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  I  love. 

5  Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue 
That  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show. 
How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below — 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restor'd. 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 


B 


'.  M.    9,  6,  9,  6,  8,  8,  8,  6. 

Mercy's  Ffee. 

Y  faith  I  view  my  Savior  dying, 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree. 


CHRISTIAN   SONQSTEK,  9 

To  every  nation  he  is  crying. 

Look  to  me,  look  to  rae. 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near. 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  your  feara 
Hark  !  hark !  what  precious  words  I  hear, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2  Did  Christ  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 

Pity  me,  pity  me  ? 
And  did  he  snatch  mv  soul  from  ruin. 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be  ? 
O,  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring. 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God  hath  spoken. 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me. 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free. 
Soon  as  I  on  his  name  believ'd. 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received  ; 
And   Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrie?*^ 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious. 

Unto  me,  unto  me. 
Kone  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove. 
While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove. 


40  CHRISTIAN  SONGSTER. 

All  may  enjoy  Uie  Savior's  love, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, 

5  This  precious  truth  ye  sinners  hear  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Te  ministers  of  God   declare  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode. 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

6  Long  as  I  live,  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  past. 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  p.  M.     12,  12,  12,  12. 

The   Millenium. 

THE  time  is  soon  coming  by  the  Prophets 
foretold. 
When  Zion  in  purity  the  world  shall  be- 
hold ; 
When  Jesus'  pure  testimony  will  gain  the 

day. 
Denominations'  selfishness  will  vanish  away. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTEB.  H 

S  It  "will  then  be  discovered  who  for  Jesua 
will  be, 

And  who  are  in  Babylon  the  saints  then  will 
see; 

The  time  of  division  then  will  fully  be 
known. 

Between  the  pure  kingdom,  and  defil'd  Bab- 
ylon. 

3  Led  on  by  the  Comforter,  what  sweets  will 

be  found. 

What  peace  and  what  harmony  in  love  will 
abound, 

Losing  time,  things  for  Jesus,  will  be  count- 
ed all  joy, 

And  helping  each  other,  a  delightful  em- 
ploy. 

4  What  beauty  will  the  churches  then  put  on 

in  his  sight. 

Being  govern'd  by  Jesus  Christ,  who  always 
does  right. 

No  spots  on  her  countenance,  in  that  glori- 
ous day, 

Unnecessary  ceremonies  vanish  away. 

5  The  watchmen  will  then  lift  up  their  voices 

as  one, 
East,  west,  north  and  south,  to  and  fro,  they 
will  rup 


lU  CHEISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

In  the  Spirit's  pure  testimony  preach  up  the 

cross. 
The  mysteries  of  Babylon  will  suffer  the 

loss. 

6  But,  0 !  what  a  storm  of  persecution  will 

rage. 

For  the  cause  of  old  Babylon  too  many  en- 
gage ; 

For  beholding  their  losses,  and  beginning 
to  sink, 

The^  hope  to  obstruct  the  light  from  shin- 
ing I  think. 

7  But  truth  cuts  its  way,  and  love  will  melt 

down  all  foes, 
The  pure  word  of  God  will  conquer  all  who 


oppose ; 
!  church  { 


The  church  stands  in  purity,  in  peace,  and 

in  love, 
In   sight  of  her  enemies  she  rises  abova 

8  Let  all  who  would  wish  to  see  millennium 

begin, 
Come  out  and  be  separate  from  sinners  ana 

sin  ; 
As  soon  as  the  churches  are  redeemed  frozD 

all  sin. 
The  day  of  millcnium  will  surely  begin. 


CHBISTIAN   80NGSTKE.  13 

5  L.   M. 

WHEN  Christ  the  Lord  "vras  here  below. 
About  the  work  he  came  to  do ; 
Before  he  left  his  little  band, 
He  gave  to  them  his  great  command. 

2  Though  fishing  Peter  leads  the  way, 
And  nothing  caught  till  break  of  day  ; 
To  give  them  food  thus  Jesus  stands. 
And  says  to  Peter  feed  my  lambs. 

9  Thomas  -was  of  a  doubtful  mind. 
Yet  Jesus  leaves  him  not  behind  ; 
Thomas,  he  says,  "  behold  my  hands  1 " 
And  Simon  Peter  "feed  my  lambs." 

4  Peter  once  did  deny  his  Lord, 
By  not  attending  to  his  word  ; 

I  et  Jesus  knew  how  frail  was  man, 
And  says  to  Peter  "  feed  my  lambs." 

5  Oh,  little  children  do  not  fear, 
"While  Christ  your  Savior  is  so  near ; 
Poor  doubting  souls  are  in  his  hands, 
And  precious  food  for  all  the  lambs. 

8  The  richest  feast  is  yet  above. 
In  the  enjoyment  of  his  love ; 
Then  run  to  Christ  with  all  your  might. 
And  I  will  try  to  keep  in  sight. 


14'  CHRTSTIAV   SONGSTEE. 

7  l^ow  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand 
To  meet,  you  in  that  heavenly  land  ; 
My  hand  again  I  give  to  thee. 
Hoping  thy  face  in  heaven  to  see. 

CHora'S. 
And  oh,  how  good  it  is  for  us  to  be  blest, 
And  d\vell  where  lovely  Jesus  is. 

^'>  CM. 

The  Pilgrim  Band. 

WE'RE  marching  to  the  promis'd  land, 
A  land  nil  fair  and  bright ; 
Come  join  our  happy  pilgrim  band. 
And  seek  the  plains  of  light. 

CHORUS. 

Oh,  wlio  will  go  along  with  me, 

To  the  new  Jerusalem  ? 
There  congregations  ne'ef  break  up, 

And  Sabbath's  never  end. 

2  The  deep  Red  Sea  already  cross'd, 

Safe  on  its  baiiks  we  stood. 
And  saw  our  foes,  old  Pharaoh's  host, 
Plung'd  in  the  angry  flood. 

3  The  Savior  feeds  his  little  flock. 

His  grace  is  richly  given — 
The  living  water  from  the  rock, 
And  daily  bread  from  heaven. 


CHHISTIAN   SONGSTER.  15 

4  To  Canaan's  land  L.e  points  the  "way 

And  guides  our  feet  aright  ; 
A  cloudy  pillar  leads  by  day, 
A  fiery  one  by  night. 

5  "  Come  with  us  we  will  do  thee  good,'* 

Here  is  our  heart  and  hand. 

To  meet  you  over  Jordan's  flood. 

And  share  the  promis'd  land. 

6  There  in  that  land  no  tears  are  shed, 

Nor  sighs  escape  the  heart  ; 
To  joy's  full  fountain  all  ai'e  led. 
And  there  they  never  part. 

7  CM. 
nie  Prodigal. 

YE  erring  souls  that  wildly  roam. 
From  heaven  and  bliss  estray. 
Your  Father's  voice  invites  you  home. 
He  makes  a  feast  to-day. 

CHORUS. 

Oh  !  I'll  not  die  hei-e  with  want  severe, 
■  And  starve  in  foreign  lands; 
In  my  Father's  house  are  rich  supplies, 
And  bounteous  ai-e  his  hands. 

2  And  thou  art  bidden,  weary  one. 
With  wants  and  woes  oppressed^ 
And  every  far-off  wand'ring  son, 
May  be  a  welcome  guest. 


lis  CHEISTIjLN  sonqstee. 

3  Return  thou  prodigal,  return. 

Thy  Father  bids  thee  come. 
He  doth  thy  needless  absence  mourn. 
Thou  erring  child,  come  home. 

4  Come,  for  the  feast  already  waits. 

The  fatlings  all  are  slain  ; 
Go  seek  with  haste  his  palace-gates, 
Nor  shalt  thou  seek  in  vain 

8  p.  M.    4,  lis. 

The  Reck  that  is  Higher  than  I. 

FIRST    PART. 

IN  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair. 
When  my  heart  is  overwhelmed   with 
sorrow  and  care. 
From  the  ends  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will 

I  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I. 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

fi  When  Satan,  my  foe,  comes  in  like  a  flood. 
To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of 

good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Savior  who  kindly  did  die. 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I. 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  17 

3  And  when  I  have  ended  my  pilgrimage 

here. 
In  Jesus'  pure  righteousness  let  me  appear. 
In  the  s-wellings  of  Jordan  on  thee  I'll  rely 
And  look  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I, 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I. 
And  look  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

4  And   when  the  last  tnimpet  shall  sound 

through  the  skies. 
"When  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth 

shall  arise, 
"With  millions  I'll  join,  far  above  yonder 

sky. 
To  praise  the  dear  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

9  p.  M.    4,11s. 

"  The  Rock  that  is  Higher  than  J.** 

SECOND   PART. 

¥  HEIST  my   soul  is  distress'd  and  my 
comforts  are  flown. 
To  my  Savior  I'll  go  and  my  sorrows  make 

known ; 
In  secret  devotion  to  him  will  I  cry. 
Lead  me  to  "the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I.** 

2  Though  my  friends  may  forsake  me,  and 
foes  all  unite, 
To  hedge  up  my  pathway  and  fears  to  ex- 
cite : 
2 


IB  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

On  the  strenffth  of  Jehovali  III  firmly  rely, 
Still  screen'd  by  "the  rock  that  is  higher 
than  I." 

S  Should  sickness  o'ertake  me  and  pain  be 

severe, 
And  none  be  about  me  my  spirit  to  cheer, 
I'll  hang  on  my  Savior  until  I  shall  die. 
Sustained    by    "the    rock    that  is  higher 

than  I." 

4  And  when  I  have  finished  my  labor  and 

care, 
Bright  angels  my  soul  on  their  pinions  shall 

bear. 
To  my  home  in  the  kingdom  of  gloiy  OD 

high. 
To  dwell  by  "the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I.' 

10  C.  M. 

The  Penitent's  Prayer. 

0  JESUS,  now  I  come  to  thee, 
My  wanderings  to  deplore  ; 
Wilt  thou  not  set  my  spirit  free  1 
Mj  fallen  soul  renew  ? 

CHOKUS. 

I  weep,  I  mourn,  T  pray, 
0,  Jesus,  now  forgive. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  19 

2  My  sins  are  more  than  I  can  bear, 

0  speak  them  all  forgiven  ; 

My  soul  away  from  earth  I  tear. 

To  seek  a  place  in  heaven. 

3  Pity,  0  Lord,  my  helpless  grief, 

My  soul's  deep  anguish  see. 
And  gjrant  me  now  that  sweet  relief, 
Which  none  can  give  but  thee. 

A  Did  'st  thou  not  die  that  I  might  liye— 
Might  live  thy  love  to  know  ? 
Oh,  let  me  now  thy  love  receive, 
And  in  thy  favor  grow. 


I  weep,  I  mourn,  I  pray, 
0,  Jesus,  now  forgive. 


L.  M. 


11 

I  LOVE  my  Lord,  I  love  his  laws, 
I  love  religion's  blessed  cause ; 
I  love  his  faithful  children  too, 
I  love  his  gracious  will  to  do. 

2  I  love  this  narrow  happy  way, 
I  love  to  watch,  I  love  to  pray, 
I  love  the  crown  I  love  the  cross, 
I  love  the  gold  without  the  droaa. 


20  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

3  I  love  to  shout,  I  love  to  sing, 

I  love  to  praise  my  heavenly  King 
I  love  my  Lord,  I  know  I  do, 
I  love  the  souls  that  he  loves  too. 

4  I  love  his  saints  that  are  below, 
I  love  the  precious  sinner  too  ; 

I  love  those  who  have  gone  before, 
I  love  my  Jesus,  more  and  more. 

5  Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Behold  thy  Savior,  Friend  and  King ! 
"With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down. 
And  cries,  "  Press  on,  and  take  the  crown  • 

12  P.  M. 

The  best  Friend. 

THERE  is  a  Friend  above  all  others. 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
His  is  Love  beyond  a  brother's. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us. 
This  day  kind,  the  next  deceive  uS; 
But  this  friend  will  never  leave  us. 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

2  Blessed  Jesus  !  would  'st  thou  know  him  ?    , 
Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
Give  thyself  e'en  this  day  to  him, 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  SQ 

Is  it  sm  that  pains  and  grieves  thee. 
Unbelief  and  trials  seize  thee  ? 
Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee, 
Oh,  how  he  loves ! 

3  All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Backward  all  thy  foes  be  driven. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessings  he  '11  provide  thee, 
Nought  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thee, 
Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

4  Pause,  my  soul,  adore  and  wonder. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Nought  can  cleave  this  love  asunder. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Neither  trials  nor  temptation, 
Doubt,  nor  fear,  nor  tribulation,  . 
Can  bereave  us  of  salvation. 

Oh,  how  he  loves  I 


13 


L.  M. 
Inviting  Sinners. 


CHORUS. 

OTURN,  sinners,  turn. 
May  the  Lord  help  you  turn 
O  turn,  sinners,  turn. 
Why  will  you  die  ? 


22  CHRISTIAN   80NGSTEE. 

Why  wanderest  thou  so  far  from  home  T 
The  vilest  of  the  vile  may  come  ; 
The  tempter  whispers,  *'  Yet  delay/* 
Resist  his  wiles  and  come  to-day. 

2  To-dav  thy  homeward  pathway  trace  ; 
Long  hast  thou  liv  'd  in  folly's  ways  ; 
Thy  toils  have  only  brought  thee  woes, 
0,  tarry  not  —  the  door  may  close. 

3  Come  feast  on  joys  divinely  pure. 
Come  and  eternal  life  secure  ; 
Submit  to  Christ,  and  you  shall  know 
What  a  dear  Savior  can  bestow. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
I  fain  would  find  in  thee  my  all ; 
To  thee  I  look  and  humbly  cry, 

"  O  save  a  wretch  condemn'd  to  die." 

14  p.  M.    7,  7,  7,  7,  7,  7. 

Parting  Friends. 

WHEN"  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire  ; 
6h,  shall  wearied  love  retire  ; 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  23^ 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  burning  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls. 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 

And  in  heaven's  wide  domain. 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again.  ^ 

3  When  our  bumish'd  locks  are  gray, 
Thin'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  d^y  ; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine. 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine  ; 

Long  may  this  lov'd  bower  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled. 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid  ; 

Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  "vre  all  meet  agail. 

15  p.  M.    8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7. 

Mourning  Souls. 

POOR  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress. 
Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness. 
And  under  condemnation  ; 
jjj^  While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount. 
Do  sound  with  loudest  teiTor, 
And  they  as  naught  in  God's  account. 
Are  drown'd  in  grief  and  sorrow. 


S4  CHBISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

2  But  who  is  he  that  looketh  forth, 

Sweet  as  the  blooming  morning  ; 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun, 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning  ; 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul, 

Jesus  for  me  hath  died  ; 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing, 

Mj  wants  are  all  supplied. 

i-O  Jacob's  Ladder. 

AS  Jacob  once  travePd,  was  wearied  by 
day, 
And  at  night  on  a  stone  for  a  pillow  he  lay, 
He  saw  in  a  vision  a  ladder  so  high. 
Its  foot  was  .on  earth  and  its  top  in  the  sky. 

CHOEUS. 

Hallelujjfti  to  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree, 
To  raise  up  this  ladder  of  mercy  for  me  I 
Press  upward,  press  upward,  the  prize  is  in 

view, 
A  crown  of  bright  glory  is  waiting  for  you. 

2  This  heavenly  ladder  is  -strong  and  well 

made, 
It  has  lasted  for  ages,  and  is  not  decayed  ;  - 
The  feeblest  may  venture,  by  faith  to  go  up, 
And  the  angels  will  guard  them  from  bottom 

to  top. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTEB.  25 

8  Lo  !  upward  and  downward  they  constant- 
ly go, 
Extending  a  hand  to  the  toilers  below  ; 
And  when  a  new  convert  sets  out  for  tte 

skies. 
Their  shouts  to  the  top  of  the  ladder  arise. 

4  **  Another,  another,"  they  sing  in  their  love, 
**Is  seeking  his  home    aid^his    treasure 

above ; " 
And    angels    in   glory,    responding,  cry — 

"  come," 
And  welcome  each  penitent  sinner  up  home. 

5  This  ladder  is  Jesus  the  glorious  God-man, 
Whose  blood  freely  streaming  from  Calvary 

ran; 
By  his  great  atonement  to  heaven  we  rise. 
And  sing  in  the  mansions  prepar'd  in  the 

skies. 


6  Upon  it    our   father's  have  gone  home  to 

God, 
Have  finish'd  their  journey,  and  gain'd  their 

abode ; 
And  we  are  ascending  and  soon  will  be 

there. 
To  join  in  their  songs,  and  their  heaven  to 

share. 


26  CHRISTIAN  SONGSTKE. 

17  P.  M.    4  11^  <fe  1  6s. 

Bower  of  Prayer, 

TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh' 
bors  to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  mj 

heart. 
Like  the  th(faghts  of  absenting  myself  for  a 

day, 
From  that  blest  retreat  where  I  've  chosen  tx> 
pray. 

Where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bow*r  where  the  vine  and  the  poplar 
were  spread. 
And  wove  with  their  branches,  a  roof  o'ef 

my  head ; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there. 
And  ponr'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in 
prayer. 

To  my  Savior  in  prayer. 

S  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfum'd  with 
the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  the  wild  eglantine  I 
Yet  sweeter,  oh  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer, 
In  answer  to  prayer. 


CHEI&TIAN   SONGSTER.  27 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  blessed  grove. 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove ; 
Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray, 
And  taught  me  to  pray. 

6  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  nightin* 
gale, 
That  dwelt  in  my  bower,  I  observed  as  my 

bell. 
To  call  me  to  duty  ;  and  birds  <ff  the  air 
Sang  anthems  of  praises,  as  I  went  to  prayer. 
As  I  went  to  pray. 

6  And  Jesus  my  Savior  oft  deign'd  there  to 

meet. 

And  bless  with  his  presence  my  lonely  re- 
treat ; 

Oft  fill'd  me  with  rapture  and  peacefulness 
there. 

Inditing    in    heaven's    own   language  my 
prayer. 

Own  language  my  prayer. 

7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  thee  and  bid  thee 

adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  which  are 

new  ; 
Well  knowing  my  Savior  is  found  every 

where. 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 
Give  answer  to  prayer. 


flS  CHEISTIAN  SONGSTER. 

8  Althougli  I  may  never  revisit  thy  shade. 
Yet  oft  shall  I  think  on  the  vows  I  there 

made ; 
And  when  at  a  distance  my  thoughts  slxall 

repair 
To  the  place  where  my  Savior  first  answer*d 

my  prayer. 

First  answered  my  prayer. 

9  My  blessgjj  Redeemer,  my  hope  and  my  all, 
"Will  guide  and  direct  me  when  on  him  I 

call; 
And  when  I  am  dying  he'll  be  with  me 

there, 
And  take  me  to  heaven  in  answer  to  prayer, 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

18  P.  M.    4  63,  &  2  8s. 

Unity  of  Brethren. 

HOW"  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree  ? 
Each  in  his  proper  station  move. 
And  each  fulfill  his  part, 
With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  29 

Divinely  ricl^,  divinely  sweet ; 
The  oil,  through  all  the  room 
Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 

Ban  through  his  robes  and  blest  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 
Where  love,  like  heavenly  d#w,  distills. 

19  P.M.     3  7s,  &  2  6s. 

Social  Meeting. 

DRAW  nigh  to  us,  Jehovah, 
In  our  social  meeting  ; 
In  this  propitious  hour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  thy  power 
In  our  social  meeting. 

2  Draw  nigh  to  us,  blessed  Jesus, 

In  our  social  meeting ; 
Oh,  may  we  find  thy  favor. 
Thou  ever  blessed  Savior, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

3  Draw  nigh  to  us,  blessed  Spirit, 

In  our  social  meeting  ; 
Convince  and  renovate  us — 
Anew  in  Christ  create  us. 

In  this  social  meeting. 


10  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

20  P.M. 

The  God  of  Glory. 

THUS  saith  the  God  of  glorj, 
I'd  have  the  world  to  know  me 
As  they  must  stand  before  me 

To  account  for  all  they've  done 
I  am  the  God  of  heaven, 
Eternally  I'  m  living  ; 
All  thing*  are  my  creation, 
For  I  am  God  alone. 

2  O  sinners  will  you  hear  me  ? 
Then  come  and  do  believe  me, 
As  you  cannot  deceive  me — 

All  things  to  me  are  known. 
Yourselves  you  are  deceiving 
My  words  by  disbelieving  ; 
Destruction  you're  receiving 
From  me,  that's  God  alone. 

8  0  will  you  be  reformed, 
And  to  my  words  conformed  » 
My  ransom  is  provided. 

If  you  will  only  come 
But  if  you  do  refuse  it, 
I  never  will  excuse  you, 
Because  you  do  abuse  it ; 
For  I  am  God  alone. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  3J 

4  How  can  you  stand  my  judgments  ? 
"When  you  shall  in  a  moment 

Hear  the  sounding  of  the  trumpet, 

A  bidding  you  to  come. 
I  then  will  fix  your  station 
In  hoj)eless  desperation. 
For  slighting  my  salvation. 

For  I  am  God  alone. 

5  Draw  near  to  me  my  Zion, 
For  I  am  Judas'  lion  ; 

I  oft  times  hear  you  crying, 

I  listen  to  your  moan  ; 
I  never  will  forsake  you, 
I  ever  will  protect  you. 
No  evil  shall  overtake  you. 

For  I  am  God  alone. 

C  And  if  you  lack  for  treasure. 
And  if  you  lack  for  pleasure. 
Love  me,  and  love  no  other, 
All  things  to  me  belong: 
I  am  the  God  of  treasure, 
I  am  the  God  of  pleasure  ; 
And  there  is  none  that's  higher 
Than  me,  that's  God  alone. 


32  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

21    P.  M.    7s  &  6s.    Air.— The  Watcher. 
We  'II  Pray  for  the  Downtrodden. 

OUR  lowly  brother's  lying 
'Neath  slavery's  galling  chain  ; 
Shall  we  not  heed  his  crying. 

His  sorrow  and  his  pain  ? 
Our  sister's  woes  are  calling 

For  swift,  for  prompt  relief  ; 

And  when  her  tears  are  falling, 

"We  may  not  mock  her  grief. 

2  When  on  the  blessed  Jesus 

We  cast  our  woe  and  care  ; 
For  our  downtrodden  brother. 

We  '11  breathe  an  earnest  prayer. 
For  if  we  pass  unheeded 

Their  grief  and  sorrow  by, 
They  shall  not  go  unpleaded. 

Before  the  throne  on  high. 

3  We  will  pray  that  our  kind  Father 

Would  haste  the  blessed  hour^ 
The  time  of  their  deliverance 

From  the  oppressor's  power. 
We  '11  plead  with  their  erring  masters. 

To  let  the  captive  go  ; 
That  as  they  hope  for  mercy, 

They  must  that  mercy  show. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  S3 

22  L.  M. 

Spiritual   Railroad. 

THE  line  to  heaven  by  Christ  "was  made, 
With  heavenly  truths  the  rails  are  laid  ; 
From  earth  to  heaven  the  line  extends. 
To  life  eternal  where  it  ends. 

2  Repentance  is  the  station  house, 
Wh<.  ;e  passengers  are  taken  in  ; 
No  fee  for  them  is  there  to  pay, 
i^'or  Jesus  is  himself  the  way. 

3  The  Bible  is  the  engineer, 

It  points  the  way  to  heaven  so  clear ; 
Tlirough  tunnels  dark  and  dreary  here. 
It  does  the  way  to  glory  steer. 

4  God's  love  the.  fire,  his  truth  tl^e  steam^ 
Which  drives  the'eMdne  and  tire  train  ;''^ 
All  you  who  would^i^Jory  ride, 

"Must  come  to  Christ,  in  him  abide. 

.'   The  first,  the  second,  and  the  third  cla3S, 
Rcpenrance,  faith,  and  holiness  ; 
Yon  must  the  way  to  glory  gain. 
Or  you  with  Christ  can  nJver  reign. 

0  Come  then,  poor  sinner,  iiow's  the  time. 
At  any  station  on  the  line. 
If  you  repent  and  turn  from  sin, 
The  train  will  stop  and  take  you  in. 
3 


54  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 


23 


I 


P.  M.    8s,  &  9s. 

Going  over  Jordan. 

AM  a  pilgrim  and  a  stranger, 
While  wandering  through  this  world  of 
woe  ; 
But  there's  no  sickness,  death,  nor  Borrov, 
In  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go. 

CHORUS. 

T  *m  going  there  to  see  my  father, 
I  'm  going  there  to  see  my  Lord ; 
I  'm  just  a  going  over  Jordan, 
I  'm  just  a  going  over  home. 

3  I  feel  my  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

I  feel  I  'm  on  my  journey  home  ; 
I'm  going  away  to  that  sweet  heaven. 
Where  Jesus  smiles  and  bids  me  come. 

■/ 

CHORUS. 

I'm  going  there  to  see  my  mother,  <fcc 

3  I'm  going  away  to  life's  bright  river, 
I  'm  going  there  to  see  my  Lord  ; 
I  'm  going  there  to  live  forever. 
According  to  his  precious  word. 

CHORUS. 

I  'm  going  there  to  see  my  brethren,  ice 


CHKISTIAN   SONGSTER.  SR5 

"4  I  *m  going  to  a  world  of  pleasure, 

That's  far  beyond  this  world  of  strife  ; 
For  there's  my  heart  and  there's  my  treasure, 
And  there's  the  blooming  tree  of  life. 

CHORUS. 

I'm  going  there  to  see  my  sisters,  <fec. 

5  I  *m  going  there  to  rest  forever. 

From  all  my  labors  and  my  toils  ; 
Where  kindred  spirits  ne  'er  shall  sever. 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

CHORUS. 

I  'm  going  there  to  see  my  children,  &c 
24  C.  M. 

TTiere  are  no   Tears  in  Heaven, 

WHAT  though  our  bark  o  'er  life's  rough 
sea. 
By  adverse  winds  be  driven. 
And  howling  tempests  round  us  rave- 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

S  What  though  affliction  be  our  lot; 
Our  hearts  with  sorrow  riven  ; 
Still  let  it  never  be  forgot, 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

3  Our  sweetest  joys  here  vanish  all. 
And  fade  like  hues  of  even  ; 
Our  brightest  hope  as  meteors  fall — 
There  ai'e  no  tears  in  heaven. 


36  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEB. 

4  The  mourner  sad,  who  dro^n'd  in  grief 

And  long  in  sorrow  striven. 
Shall  find  at  last  a  sweet  relief — 
Tears  wiped  away  in  heaven. 

5  In  God  o«r  joy  and  rest  shall  be. 

And  soiTow  far  be  driven. 
And  sin  and  death  forever  flee — 
There  ai"e  no  tears  in  heaven. 

6  There  from  the  blooming  tree  of  life. 

The  healing  fruit  be  given, 
There,  there  shall  cease  the  painful  stiife— 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 


25 


p.  M.    10s,  (fells. 


0  JESUS  divine,  my  Lord  and  my  God, 
My  soul  I  resign,  the  purchase  of  blood ; 
Thy  law  sin  reproving,  brings  death  to  the 

soul ; 
But    mercy,  self-moving,  can    bid   me   be 
whole. 

2  To  thee  will  I  look,  to  thee  will  I  cry, 
"  0  lead  to  the  rock  that's  higher  than  I ;  " 
Thy  love  interceding  shall  pardon  secure, 
For  while  thou  art  pleading,  salvation  is 
sure." 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  37 

26  8s,  &  73. 

The  Rich  Man  and  Lazarus. 

THERE  was  a  man  in  ancient  times,    . 
Our  Savior  doth  inform  us  ; 
Whose  pomp  and  grandeur,  and  whose  crimes 

Were  great  and  very  numerous. 
This  man  fared  sumptuously  every  day. 

In  purple  and  fine  linen  ; 
He  ate  and  drank,  but  scor-n'd  to  pray. 
He  spent  his  time  in  sinning. 

2  Poor  praying  Lazarus  at  his  gate. 

To  help  himself  unable  ; 
Did  for  the  fragments  humbly  wait. 

That  fell  from  his  rich  table. 
But  not  one  crumb  from  his  rich  store, 

The  epicure  would  send  him  ; 
The  dogs  took  pity,  lick'd  his  sores. 

More  ready  to  befriend  him. 

3  At  length  death  came,  the  poor  man  died, 

By  angel  bands  attended  ; 
Strait  way  to  Abra'm's  bosom  flight. 

Where  all  his  son-ows  ended. 
The  rich  man  died,  was  buried  too. 

But  oh  !  his  dreadful  station  ; 
With  heaven  and  Lazarus  both  in  view, 

He  landed  in  damnation. 


33  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

4  He  cries,  oli,  father  Abraham, 

Send  Lazarus  witli  cool  water  ; 
For  I'm  tormented  in  these  flames. 

With  a  most  dreadful  torture. 
Says  Abra'm,  "  Son,  remember  -well, 
1  ou  once  did  good  inherit, 
^    But  now,  alas,  you  're  doom'd  to  hell. 
Because  you  would  not  share  it." 

5  This  Lazarus  whom  you  now  behold, 

All  clad  in  dazzling  glory  ; 
Did  once  by  hunger  wait,  and  cold, 

Naked,  and  sick,  before  you. 
But  not  one  crumb  would  you  bestow, 

Or  pity  his  condition  ; 
Therefore  to  glory  he  shall  go, 

And  you  sink  to  perdition . 

6  Beside,  there  is  a  gulf  between, 

Preventing  communication ; 
Glory  you  cannot  now  enjoy, 

"Wnich  augments  your  damnation. 
He  cries,  oh,  "  father  Abraham," 

Hear  this  my  last  desire  ; 
And  then  I  yield  to  black  despair. 

And  everlasting  fire. 

7  *'I  've  brethren  in  my  father's  house, 

Posting  their  way  to  ruin  ; 
Send  Lazarus  them  to  arouse. 
And  hinder  their  undoing." 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  39 

Your  brethren  have  the  means  of  grace, 

The  prophets  too,  and  Moses  ; 
Sufficient  if  they  choose  good  ways, 

To  come,  whate're  opposes. 

27        4  68,  &  2  8s.    Am.— Sanford. 

THE  house  of  God  I  love, 
I  love  the  sacred  day. 
Its  moments  I'll  improve, 

To  learn  the  heavenly  way  ; 
The  way,  the  truth,  the  life  I  see. 
Are  all  in  Christ  who  died  for  me. 

3  The  way  is  plain  to  those 

Who  will  repent  of  sin  ; 
The  blood  that  freely  flows. 

Can  cleanse  each  guilty  stain  ; 
No  merit  of  my  own  I  claim. 
My  trust  is  in  the  Savior's  name. 

3  The  truth  I  would  believe. 

As  coming  from  the  Lord  ; 
0  help  me  to  receive. 

And  treasure  up  his  word. 
The  word  can  save  the  ruin'd  soul, 
And  make  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

4  The  life  of  grace  below. 

The  life  of  joy  above,  • 
O  Lord,  on  me  bestow. 
Unworthy  of  thy  love ; 


40  CHRISTIAN  SONGSTER, 


0  bid  me  live  this  precious  hour, 
And  ever  know  thy  saving-  power. 


28 


L.  M. 


I'M  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day. 
We  met  to  sing,  and  preach  and  pray, 
Here's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul. 
Which  makes  ine  praise  my  Lord  so  bold. 


We  're  going  home,  we  're  going  home. 
We  're  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

2  Lord  keep  us  safe  while  passing  through, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  meekness  too  ; 
Redeeming  grace,  that  pleasing  song. 
We  '11  sing  as  we  do  pass  along. 

3  I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  rise, 

And  shout  salvation  through  the  skies  ; 
Sing  glory,  gloiy,  in  the  air. 
Meet  all  my  father's  children  there. 


We  're  safe  at  home,  we  're  safe  at  home. 
We  're  safe  at  home  in  heaven  at  last. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  41 

29  6,  4,  6,  6,  4. 

We  Meet  no  More. 

FAREWELL !  we  meet  no  more 
On  this  side  heav'n  ; 
The  parting  scene  is  o  'er, 
The  la,st  sad  look  is  given. 
Farewell !   fai-ewell ! 

2  Farewell !  my  soul  will  weep. 

While  mem'ry  lives  ; 
From  wounds  that  sink  so  deep, 
No  earthly  hand  relieves. 
Farewell !  farewell ! 

3  Farewell !  my  stricken  heart 

To  Jesus  flies  ; 
From  him  I  '11  never  part ; 
On  him  my  hope  relies. 
Farewell !  farewell ! 

4  Farewell !  and  shall  we  meet 

In  heav'n  above  ? 
And  there  in  union  sweet, 
Sing  of  a  Savior's  love  ; 
Till  then,  farewell ! 

5  0  there  we  hope  to  meet — 

On  Canaan's  shore  ; 
We  will  each  other  greet 
In  heav'n,  to  part  no  more. 
No  more,  farewell ! 


42  CHEISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

30  5,  5,  8,  5,  5,  8. 

Consecration. 

0  JESUS  our  King, 
These  off  'rings  we  bring  ; 
And  prostrate  ourselves  at  thy  throne  ; 
"We  come  in  thy  name, 
No  merit  we  claim, 

We  bring  thee  but  what  is  thy  own. 

2  Thine  Lord  is  the  whole — 
The  body,  the  soul, 

We  give  up  in  earnest  desire  ; 
Our  time  and  our  health. 
Our  influ  'ence,  our  wealth, 

Our  affections  that  upward  aspire- 

3  Yet  wilt  thou  approve 
Such  off 'rings  of  love  ; 

And  when  stewards  thy  treasures  restore. 
They  find  their  reward, 
In  the  joy  of  their   Lord  ; 

And  what  could  thy  servants  have  more. 

4  Thy  name  we  adore, 
Thy  blessing  implore, 

Oh  !  smile  on  the  trifles  we  bring  ; 
Accept  from  our  hands, 
What  thy  glory  demands. 

And  thy  praises  aloud  we  '11  sing. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER  4^ 

31  6,  5,  8,  5,  6,  6,  5. 

Poor  Mary. 

AT  da-vrning  of  day. 
Came  Maiy  away, 
To  see  the  sepulcber  and  motim  ; 
But  how  did  she  fear, 
When  an  angel  drew  near, 
Saying,  Mary !  saying,  Maiy  I 
The  master  is  gone  I 

2  Surpris'd  at  the  sound, 
With  silence  profound, 

She  tremblingly  stood  at  the  stone ; 

The  stone  is  remov'd, 

Lost  is  all  that  she  lov'd. 
Poor  Mary  !  Poor  Mary ! 
The  master  is  gone ! 

3  In  vain  was  ray  care. 
Those  perfumes  to  prepare, 

Or  attempt  to  embalm  him  alone 

Taken  hence  from  my  view, 

What,  alas  1  can  I  do  ? 
Poor  Mary  !  poor  Mary  ! 

The  Master  is  gone  I 

4  Hallelujahs  arise  ; 
Assist  me  ye  skies. 

And  rejoice  with  mortal  that  mourn  d  ; 

Hence,  sorrow !  hence,  care  I 

For  I  now  can  declare — 
Eaboni  I  Raboni ! 

The  master  is  come  1 


44  CHEISTIAN   SONGSTEB. 

32  4  lis. 

0  FOUNTAIN  of  goodness  I    we  render 
thee  praise. 
For  all  the  rich  blessings  that  gladden  our 

days — 
For    peace  and  enjoyment,  for  vigor  and 

health, 
For  freedom's  sweet  sunshine,  and  wisdom's 
true  wealth. 

2  But  chiefly  we  thank  thee,  for  smiles  of  free 

grace. 
So  full,  and  so  glorious,  so  fresh  from  thy 

face  ; 
For  sending  in  mercy,   thy  Son  to  make 

known. 
The    way  of   salvation  —  the  way  to  thy 

throne. 

3  0  Lord,  we  will  praise  thee,   in  anthems 

divine. 
At  morning  and  evening,  till  life  shall  de- 
cline ; 
And  then  in  the  regions  of  infinite  joy 
A  chorus  immortad  our  tongues  shall  em- 
ploy. 


■^'* 


CHUISTIAN   S0NG9TEE.  45 

33  7s,  &  6s. 

Christian  Experience, 

MIXTURE  of  joy  and  trouble, 
I  day  by  day  pass  through  ; 
Sometimes  I  *m  in  the  valley, 

And  sinking  down  -with  wo. 
Sometimes  I  am  exalted. 
On  eagle's  wings  I  fly, 
I*  m  rais  d  above  Mount  Pisgah, 
And  almost  reach  the  sky. 

2  Sometimes  my  hope's  so  feeble, 

I  almost  la^  it  by  ; 
Sometimes  it  is  sufficient. 

If  I  were  called  to  die. 
Sometimes  I  am  in  doubting, 

And  think  I  have  no  grace  ; 
Sometimes  I  am  a  shouting, 

And  marching  on  apace. 

3  Sometimes  I  go  a  mourning, 

Down  Babylon's  cold  stream  • 
Sometimes  my  Lord's  religion 

Appears  to  be  my  theme. 
Sometimes  when  I  am  praying, 

It  seems  almost  a  task ; 
Sometimes  I  get  a  blessing. 

The  greatest  I  can  ask. 


46  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

4  Sometimes  I  read  joy  Bible, 

It  seems  a  sealed  book  ; 
Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing, 

When  in  it  I  do  look. 
Sometimes  I  go  to  meeting, 

And  wish  I'd  staid  at  home ; 
Sometimes  I  meet  my  Savior, 

And  then  I  'm  glad  I  've  come.  ' 

5  0  I  vrhj  am  I  thus  troubled. 

Thus  tossed  to  and  fro  ? 
Why  are  my  hopes  thus  crossed, 

"Wherever  I  do  go  ? 
Thy  ways,  0  Lord,  are  equal. 

It  is  because  I  stray  ; 
Lord  grant  me  thine  assistance, 

To  keep  me  in  the  way. 

34  P.  M. 

Prospect  of  Home. 

HOME,  home,  beameth  before  us  I 
When,  when  shall  we  get  there  ? 
Long,  long,  we  have  wandered. 

Burden' d  with  sorrow  and  care  ; 
Home,  home,  home,  home — 
Sorrow  breathes  not  in  its  air. 

2  Home,  home !  there  in  thy  bowers, 
Sweet,  sweet  music  shall  swell : 


CHBISTTAN   SONGSTER. 

Sin,  sin  never  can  enter — 
Peace  in  each  bosom  shall  dwell  I 

Home,  home,  home,  home — 
Peace  in  each  bosom  shall  dwell ! 

3  Home,  home  !  land  of  the  joyful ! 

Day,  day,  day  without  night ; 
Gloom,  gloom  spreads  not  its  mantle — 

When  shall  we  bathe  in  thy  light  ? 
Home,  home,  home,  home — 

"When  shall  we  bathe  in  thy  light  ? 

4  Home,  home  !  rest  to  the  weary  I 

Peace,  peace  to  the  torn  breast  I 
HOT»e,  hope,  hope  of  the  erring — 

There  in  thy  bosom  he  11  rest ! 
Home,  home,  home,  home — 

There  will  the  wanderer  rest. 

6  Home,  home  !  bliss  to  the  parted  I 
Friends,  friends  dwell  on  its  shore  ; 

Here,  here  lonely  they've  left  us  ; 
Soon  we  '11  be  parted  no  more. 

Home,  home,  home,  home — 
Friends  will  be  parted  no  more ! 

6  Home,  home  1  let  us  now  hasten  ! 

See,  see !  angels  above ! 
Hark  I  hark  I  now  do  they  call  us 

Home  to  their  dwelling  of  love ! 
Home,  home,  home,  home — 

Home  of  our  Father's  kind  love  I 


48  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTEE. 

35  P.   M. 

Christ  Stilling  the  Tempest. 

THE  day  was  noTV  past,  and  the  star's 
twinkling  light. 
Sunk   quietly  down  on  the  gloom  of  the 

night. 
And  a  soft-flowing  breeze  caught  the  sail 

spreading  wide, 
And  the  ship  floated  swiftly  along  on  th« 
tide. 

2  As  the  vessel  bore  off  on  the  face  of  the 

deep. 
The  Savior  reclined  on  a  pillow  to  sleep  ; 
And  the  dash  of  the  spray  and  wild  ocean 

roar,  m 

Were  lost  in  his   slumbers  and  heeded  no 

more. 

3  While  thus  he  was  sleeping  the  tempest  Tras 

""heard. 
And  the  billowy  deep  to  its  bottom  was 

stirr'd ; 
Wave  roll  'd  upon  wave,  till  the  vessel  was 

fiU'd, 
And  th0  Hood  of  the  bravest  bold  seaman 

wa^  chill  'd. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  49 

4  The  sky,  and  the  shore,  and  the  ocean  .were 
vail  'd 
In  terrible  gloom,  -w^hile  the  tempest  pre- 
vail 'd  ; 
And  efforts  all  failing  the  vessel  to  save, 
Hope  folded  her  pinions  and  sunk  in  the 


5  In  that  dreadful  hour  of  frantic  despair. 
Bethought  the  disciples  that  Jesus  was  there; 
Thej  ran  to  his  pillow,  awaken  'd  their 

Lordi — 
He  spake,  and  the  tempest  was  still  'd  at  a 
word. 

6  Each  fearful  emotion  was  calm'd  in  the 

breast. 
As  the  billows  sunk  back  in  ocean  to  rest ; 
And  the  voice  of  thanksgiving  arose  from 

each  heart. 
As  the  tempest's  dread  fury  began  to  depart 

36  6s,  &  5s. 

The  Minister  taking  Leave  of  his  Flock, 

AND  now  my  dear  brethren 
I'  11  bid  you  farewell ; 
I  'm  going  to  travel 
The  way  to  excel. 
4 


50  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

I  *m  going  to  travel 

This  -u-ilderness  through. 

Therefore,  raj  dear  brethren, 
I  ll  bid  you  adieu. 

t  To  think  of  our  parting. 

Doth  cause  me  to  grieve, 
So  \rell  as  I  love  jou. 

Yet  you  I  must  leave. 
For  Jesus  commands  me, 

And  I  must  obey  ; 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren, 

I  'm  going  away. 

3  May  the  heavens  protect  you, 

Be  Jesus  your  guide  ; 
On  the  walls  of  Mount  Zion 

I  hope  to  abide. 
Though  we  live  at  a  distance. 

And  you  I  ne  'er  shall  see  ; 
On  the  banks  of  bright  glory, 

Acquainted  will  be. 

4  There  all  things  are  pleasant. 

The  fields  grow  in  green  ; 
And  the  parting  of  christians 

No  more  shall  be  seen. 
No  sorrow,  nor  sighing, 

Shall  enter  that  place  ; 
There  we  shall  all  join, 

In  a  song  of  free  grace. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  51 

5  Adieu  to  all  sorrow — 

Adieu  to  all  pain  ; 
I  'm  going  to  Jesus 

For  ever  to  reign. 
I'm  going  to  Jcsas, 

For  liim  i  adore  ; 
With  saints  and  blight  angels, 

To  dwell  evermore. 

6  0  there  T  shall  see 

The  blest  angels  above, 
A  shouting,  and  praising. 

In  Jesus'  love. 
0  then  I  shall  look  for 

My  brethren  that's  here. 
And  happy  we  '11  be, 

To  meet  each  other  there. 


6s,  &  43.     AiR.—Bethel. 


37 

IVTEARER  my  God,  to  thee, 
1\    ISTearer  to  thee  I 
Even  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  would  be, 
Neai-er,  my  God,  to  thee,  neare'  to  thee  I 

S  There  let  the  way  appear. 
Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  tbat  thou  sendest  me 
In  mercy  given ; 


52  CHRISTIAN   30NGSTEE. 

Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee  I 

3  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee  1 

4  Or  if  on  joyful  wing  ^ 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forget, 

Upwards  I  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee  I 

38  7,  5,  6,  5,  3. 

God  is  Love. 

LO  !  the  heavens  are  breaking, 
Pure  and  bright  above ; 
Life  and  light  awaking, 
Murmur,  "  God  is  love  !  " 
"  God  is  love !  " 

5  Round  yon  pine-clad  mountain^ 

Flows  a  golden  flood  ; 
Hear  the  sparkling  fountain 
Whisper,  "  God  is  good  !  ** 

"  God  is  good  I  "  .s 


CHEISTIAN   BONGSTER.  53 

3  See  the  streamlet  bounding 

Through  the  vale  and  "w  3od  ; 
Hear  its  ripple  sounding, 
Murmur,  "God  is  good!  * 
"  God  is  good  !  " 

4  Music  now  is  ringing 

Through  the  shady  grove- 
Feather  'd  songsters  singing, 
Warble,  "  God  is  love  !  " 
"  God  is  love  ! " 

6  "Wake  my  heart  and  springing, 
Spread  thy  "wings  abroad, 
Soaring  still  and  singing, 
God  is  ever  good  ! 
"  God  is  good  !  " 


39  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  6. 

¥E  will  adore  the  God  of  power, 
Who  makes  our  sovereign  will  ; 
Who  makes  our  youth  confess  to  the  truth. 

And  saves  our  souls  from  hell. 
The  Holy  Ghost  moves  on  our  course. 

Some  tremble  others  fall  ; 
liord  send  a  shower  of  thy  great  power. 
And  sanctify  our  souls. 


54  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

2  Like  tlie  displays  in  those  bright  days, 

The  prophet  Joel  seen  ; 
Old   men   they  dream 'd,  young  men  they 
seem  'd, 

God's  prophets  for  to  be  ; 
While  some  away  in  mountains  pray, 

As  Jesus  often  did  ; 
The'  Pharisee.?  it  did  displease, 

This  thing  they  much  forbid. 

3  Such  noise  and  shouts,  were  heard  about, 

"When  Pentecost  was  come  ; 
By  the  third  hour,  there  fell  such  a  power 

It  fill  'd  them  every  one. 
It  did  appear  as  we  do  hear. 

To  those  that  did  stand  by  ; 
Like  drunken  fools,  that  broke  the  rules 

Of  pure  Christianity. 

4  "We  cannot  tell  but  wliat  some  fell. 

As  drunkards  oft  times  do  ; 
And  cried  aloud,  and  gave  to  God, 

Hosannas  every  one. 
And  if  they  did  its  not  forbid, 

For  the  scriptures  prove  it  true ; 
For  Dagon  and  Saul  were  made  to  fall, 

And.  down  came  the  jailor  too. 

40  6.  6.  7.  6.  6.  6. 


1) 


,EAR  brethren,  I  have  found. 
A  land  that  doth  abound . 


CHRISTIAN    90NQSTEB.  55 

With  fruit  as  s^sveet  as  manna  ; 
The  more  I  eat,  I  find 
The  more  I  am  inclin  'd 

To  sine:  and  shout  hosannah. 


My  soul  now  longs  to  go, 
Where  I  shall  fully  kno-w, 

The  glories  of  my  Savior  ; 
And  as  I  pass  along, 
I  '11  sing  the  christian's  song, 

I  hope  to  live  forever. 

What  must  this  fountain  be. 
From  which  grace  flows  so  free. 

It  yields  both  peace  and  pleasure 
There's  no  terrestrial  bliss. 
Can  ever  equal  this, 

A  foretaste  of  my  Savior. 

A  testimony  bright, 

A  ray  of  heavenly  light, 

My  Lord  hath  also  given  ; 
That  when  temptations  rise, 
I  may  not,  in  surprise, 

Give  up  my  hope  of  heaven 

Perhaps  you'll  think  me  wild, 
And  simple  as  a  child — 


56  CHEISTIAN   SONGSTEE. 

I  am  a  child  of  glory ; 
My  birtt  is  from  above, 
My  heart  is  fill  'd  vrith.  love  ; 

I  love  to  tell  the  story^ 

5  My  brethren  can  you  say, 
That  you  are  on  your  way — 

Are  on  your  way  to  glory  ? 
I  care  not  for  your  name, 
Religion  is  the  same, 

With  all  who  love  the  Savior. 

6  My  soul  doth  sit  and  sing. 
And  practices  her  wing. 

And  contemplates  the  hour. 
When  the  messenger  shall  say — 
Come  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
.  And  with  bright  angels  tower. 

41  4  lis. 

Farewell  to  the  Missionary  going  to   Heathen 
Lands. 


FAREWELL  to  thee,  brother,  we 
but  to  part, 
And  sorrow  is  struggling  with  joy  in  each 

heart ; 
There  is   grief,  but  there's  hope,    all  its 

anguish  to  quell  ; 
The  Master  goes  with  thee,  fai'cwell,  0  fare- 
well. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  57 

2  Fare"w-ell !  thou  art  leaving  the  home  of  thy 

youth,  xn 

The  friends  of  thy  God,  and  the  temples  o*^ 

truth, 
For  tiie  land  where  is  heard  no  sweet  Sab- 
bath bell  ; 
Yet  the  Master  goes  -with  thee  ;  farewell,  O 
farewell ! 

3  Farewell !  for  thou  treadest  the  path  that  he 

trod  ; 

His  God  is  thy  Father,  his  Father  thy  God  ! 

And  if  ever  with  doubting  thy  bosom  shall 
swell. 

Remember  he's  with  thee,  farewell,  0  fare- 
well 1 

4  Farewell !  and  God  speed  thee,  glad  tidings 

to  bear. 
To  the  desolate  isles,  in  the  night  of  des- 
pair ; 
On  the  sea,  on  the  shore,  the  promises  tell. 
His  wings    shall  infold  thee,  farewell,   0 
fai-ewell ! 

5  Farewell  !  but  in  the  spirit  we  often  shall 

meet, 
(Though  the  ocean  divide  us,)  at  one  mercy 

seat. 
And  above  ne  'er  to  part,  but  forever  to  dwell 
With  the  Master  in  gloiy,  till  then,  0  fare- 
well ! 


68  CERTSTIAN   SONGSTER. 

42  8s,  &  7s. 

The  Gospel  Ship. 

THE  gospel  ship  has  long  been  sailing. 
Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore ; 
All  "who  TTOuld  set  out  for  glory, 
Come,  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 

CHORUS. 

"  Glory  !  glory !  hallelujah  !  " 

All  the  sailors  loudly  cry  ; 
See  the  blissful  ports  of  gloiy, 

Open  to  each  faithful  eye. 

2  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed, 

Far  beyond  this  earthly  shore  ; 
Thousands  now  ai-e  sailing  thither. 
Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  moi'e 

3  "Waft  along  this  noble  vessel. 

All  ye  gales  of  gospel  grace  ; 

Canying  ev  'ly  faithful  trav  'ler, 

To  his  glorious  landing  place. 

4  Her  sails  well  fill  'd  with  heavenly  breezes, 

Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along  ; 
All  her  company  rejoicing, 

"  Glory  !  "  bursts  from  every  tongue. 

5  Come,  poor  sinner,  be  converted. 

Sail  with  us  o-'er  life's  rough  sea ; 
And  with  us  you  shall  be  happy — 
Happy  through  eternity. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  59 

43  7s 

Mary  at  the  Savior's  Tomb. 

MART  to  the  Savior's  tomb. 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  rich  perfume. 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  wn.i  gone. 
For  a  while  she  ling  'ring  stood. 

Fill  'd  with  sorrow  and  surprise ; 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2  Jesus  who  is  always  near, 

Though  too  often  unperceiv'd. 
Came  her  drooping  heart  to  cheer. 

Kindly  asking  why  she  grieved. 
Though  at  first  she  knew  him  not, 

"When  he  call'd  her  by  her  name, 
Soon  her  heavy  griefs  forgot. 

For  she  found  him  still  the  same. 

3  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled, 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice ; 
Just  before  she  thought  him  dead, 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  a  word  can  make. 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
Tou  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


60  CHRISTIAN   80NG8TEE. 

4  He  ^vlio  came  to  comfort  her. 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost. 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  noTV  are  tempest  tost. 
On  his  'W'ord  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ  ; 
Weeping  for  a  night  may  last. 

But  with  morning  comes  the  joy. 

44 

The  Coining  of  the  Lord. 

IN  the  resurrection  morning, 
You  will  see  the  Savior  coming, 
And  the  sons  of  God  a  shouting, 
In  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord. 

Are  your  lamps  well  burning  ? 
Are  your  lamps  wfell  burning  ? 
Are  your  lamps  well  burning  ? 
Arc  your  vessels  fill  'd  with  oil  ? 

2  We  feel  the  advent  gloiy. 

While  the  vision  seems  to  tarry ; 
We  will  comfort  one  another 
With  the  words  of  Holy  Writ. 

Are  yoyr  garments  pure  ? 

Are  your  garments  pure  ? 

Are  yoiir  garments  pure  ? 

And  unspotted  from  the  world  ? 


CHRISTIAN   S0XG3TER.  61 

3  "We  are  a  band  of  strangers, 

Trav  'ling  through  a  world  of  dangers  ; 
But  Jesus  heads  our  army, 
And  we  '11  conquor  ev  'ry  foe. 

Let  us  join  the  army, 

Let  us  join  the  army, 

Let  ns  join  the  army,  * 

And  defend  the  Savior's  cause. 

4  In  the  m.idst  of  oppo-irion, 
Daniel  kept  the  same  posiiion  ; 
And  waited  for  the  promise 
At  the  dawning  of  the  day. 

Ev  'ry  one  shall  have  deliv  'ranCBj 
Ev  'ry  one  shall  have  deliv  'ranee, 
Ev  'ry  one  shall  have  deliv  'ranee, 
Who  've  enlisted  in  the  ^zx. 

5  By  faith  -we  can  discover, 
Our  warfare  *11  soon  be  over, 
And  we'll  shortly  hail  each  other, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan, 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan, 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan, 
We  will  live  to  die  no  more. 

8  Ye  saints  of  God,  take  courage, 
Ye  shall  soon  be  free  from  bondage 
For  Jesus  leads  the  army, 
And  w:e  '11  surely  gain  the  day. 


62  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

When  \re  gain  the  vie  'try. 
When  -w^e  gain  the  vie  'try, 
When  we  gain  the  vie  'try. 
We  will  lay  our  armor  down. 

7  Come  all  ye  valiant  soldiers, 

^  Arm  'd  with  grace,  and  truth,  and  courago, 
You  must  conquer  every  nation 
Who  oppose  this  heavenly  war. 

Let  us  die  in  the  army, 

Let  us  die  in  the  army, 

Let  us  die  in  the  army, 

And  reigh  above  the  sky. 

8  In  the  days  of  earth's  dominion, 
Christ  has  promis  'd  us  a  kingdom, 
K'ot  left  to  other  nations, 

And  shall  never  be  destroy  'd. 
It  shall  stand  forever, 
It  shall  stand  forever. 
It  shall  stand  forever. 
And  the  saints  possess  the  land. 

9  We  '11  haye  a  shout  in  gloiy. 
While  telling  of  this  story  ; 

And  wfi  '11  keep  ourselves  all  ready. 
To  hail  the  heavenly  King. 

When  we  mpet  our  Savior, 

When  we  meet  our  Savior, 

When  we  meet  our  Savior, 

How  happy  we  shall  be. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  63 

10  0,  wliat  a  happy;  meeting. 
When  salvation  is  completed. 
And  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting. 
In  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord. 

We  '11  obtain  crowns  in  glorj. 
We  '11  obtain  crowns  in  glory, 
We  '11  obtain  crowns  in  glory, 
And  we  '11  shout  forever  more. 


45  4  lOs. 

Why  Fear  to  Lie. 

WHY  fear  to  die,  and  leave  this  earthlj 
scene  ? 
There  is  a  brighter,  happier  world  above 
A  land  of  glory,  and  a  home  serene, 

Where  golden  harps  are  tuned  and  all  is 
love. 

2  Why  fear  to  die,  and  pass  from  earth  away  ? 

Death  is  a  prelude  to  a  home  of  rest ; 
Though  'side  the  valley,  wearisome  the  way. 
Beyond  death's  bourne  are  mansions  ever 
blest. 

3  Why  fear  to  die  ?  Jesus  has  gone  before 

To  lead  the  way  to  that  bright  world 
above : 
He  says  confide  in  me,  and  fear  no  more, 
I  safe  will  bear  thee  to  a  land  of  love. 


64  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

4  Why  fear  to  die  ?  death  sets  the  spirit  free. 
And  opes  the  gate-way  to  immortal  life  ; 
There  -will  the  soul  find  rest,  and  ever  be    B 
Releas  'd  from  life's  steam  trials,  toils  and 
strife. 

46  6,  5  6,  5. 

Calvary's  Mountain. 

WHY  that  look  of  sadness  ? 
"Why  that  down-cast  eye 
Can  no  thoughts  of  gladness 

Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 
0  thou  heir  of  heaven, 

Think  of  Jesus'  love  I 
While  to  thee  is  given 
All  his  grace  to  prove. 

2  Is  thy  burden'd  spirit 

Agonized  for  sin  ? 
Think  of  Jesus'  merit  ; 

He  can  make  thee  cle^an. 
Think  of  Calvaiy's  mountain, 

Where  his  blood  was  spilt ; 
In  that  precious  fountain. 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

3  Is  thy  spirit  drooping  ? 

Is  the  tempter  near  ? 
Still  in  Jesus  hoping, 
What  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTEE.  65 

Set  the  prize  before  thee, 

Gird  thy  armor  on  ; 
Heir  of  grace  and  glor  j, 

Struggle  for  thy  croTvn. 

47  L.  M. 

The  Heavenly  Mansion. 

MY  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair. 
And  we  '11  be  gathered  home  ; 
Nor  death  nor  sighing  visit  there, 
And  we  '11  be  gathered  home : 
We  '11  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
We  '11  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
We  '11  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
And  we  '11  be  gathered  home. 

S    Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  out-shine. 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

3  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
#Adov©  the  arch'd  and  starry  sky. 

4  Then  from  this  earthly  prison  free,  _ 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

5  While  here  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Afliiction's  waves  may  round  me  foam. 

6  I  envy  not  the  rich  and  great. 

Their  pomp  of  wealth,  and  pride  of  state. 
5 


6G  CHBISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

7  My  Father  is  a  richer  King, 

That  heavenly  mansion  still  I  sing. 

8  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

"Which  flames  devour  or  waves  o  'erthrow. 

9  Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own, 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

10  Then  fail  the  earth,  let  stars  decline. 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine. 

11  All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 

48  7s. 

Meet  Again. 

MEET  again  when  life  is  o'er. 
Meet  again  to  part  no  more  ; 
How  it  cheers  the  drooping  heart. 
When  from  friends  we  're  call  'd  to  part 

2  Meet  again  where  endless  joy 

We  shall  taste  without  alloy  ; 
Meet  where  songs  shall  ne'er  grow  old. 
Sweetly  tuned  to  harps  of  gold. 

3  Meet  again,  how  passing  sweet. 

Friends  long  lost  again  to  meet ; 
Care-worn  souls  tempest  driven, 
0  how  sweet  to  meet  in  heaven. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER  67 

'49  4  13s. 

The  Divine  Call  to  the  Ministry. 

ONE  day-  a=?  I  was  -walking  along  a  lone- 
some road, 
Mj   Savior  came  unto  me,  and  fill  'd  my 

heart  with  lore ; 
He  chose  me  for  his  watchman,  to  blow  the 

trumpet  loud — 
To  cheer  the  weak  believer,  and  to  invite 
the  proud. 

2  The  cross  appeared  heavy — I  then  was  in 

my  youth — 
0,  how  shall  I  be  able  to  speak  the  words 

of  truth  I 
But  Christ  said,  ''I'll  go  with  you,  and  you 

may  fear  no  ill — 
Go  blow  the  go«pel  trumpet,  and  do  your 

Master's  will." 

3  I  said  unto  my  Savior,  "my  talents  are  but 

small. 
Perhaps  they  will  not  hear  me,  if  on  them  I 

do  call;" 
"  But  if  they  will  not  hear  you,  with  you  it 

shall  go  well  ; 
Go  blow  the  gospel  trumpet,  while  they  go 

down  to  hell." 


68  CHRISTIAN   SOXGSTEE.. 

4  These  precious  -words  of  Jesus,  caus'd  me 

to  mourn  and  weep — 
My  conscience  spoke  of  JonaTi,  as  he  lay  in 

the  deep  ; 
I  took  the  cross  upon  me,  I  then  began  to 

to  blo-vv — 
I  '11  blow    the    gospel  trumpet,  I  *11  blow 

where'er  I  go.         * 

5  Come  all  ye  blood-bought  purchase,  on  you 

I  call  to-day, 
Fall  at  the  feet  of  Jesus,  and  there  begin  to 

pray; 
Sinners,  if  you  refuse  him,  I  '11  bid  you  all 

farewell. 
And  blow  the  gospel  trumpet,  while  you  go 

down  to  hell. 

6  Behold  the  blood  of  Jesus,  shed  on  Mount 

Calvary  I 
Look  up  by  faith,  and  view  Him,  and  He 

will  set  you  free; 
But  if  you  do  refuse  Him,  and  disobey  your 

Lord, 
I  '11  blow  the  gospel  trumpet,  and  clear  me 

of  your  blood. 


CHRISTIAN    PONGSTEE.  69 

60 

TTie  Christian's   Farewell. 

FAREWELL  !  farewell !  to  all  below. 
My  Savior  calls,  and  I  must  go  ; 
I  launch  away  upon  the  sea, 
This  world  is  not  the  world  for  me. 


This  world  is  not  my  home. 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

This  world  hath  many  scenes  of  woe  ; 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

2  I  Ve  found  the  winding  path  of  sin, 
A  rugged  path  to  travel  in  ; 
Beyond  the  chilly  wave  I  see 

The  land  the  Savior  found  for  me. 
O  that  shall  be  my  home. 
That  land  shall  be  my  home  ; 
That  world  hath  neither  sin  nor  woe  ; 
That  world  shall  be  my  home. 

3  0  praise  the  Lord,  ye  saints  on  high. 
The  angels  sing,  and  so  will  I ; 
Where  seraphs  bend  and  bow  the  knee, 
O,  that's  the  land,  the  home  for  me. 

O  !  that  shall  be  my  home, 
That  land  shall  be  my  home  ; 
That  world  hath  neither  sin  nor  woe  ; 
That  world  shall  be  my  home. 


70  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

4  FareTTell !  fareTrell !  I  cannot  stay ; 
The  homo  I  seek  is  far  away  ; 
Where  Christ  is  not  I  cannot  be  ; 
This  world  is  not  the  "vrorld  for  me. 

This  world  is  not  my  home, 

This  world  is  not  my  home  ; 

This  world  hath  many  scenes  of  woe 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

5  0,  that  bright  world  appears  in  view, 
My  friends  are  there,  and  Jesus  too  ; 
Upon  that  peaceful  happy  shore, 

I  '11  meet  them  all  to  part  no  more. 
0  !  that  shall  be  my  home  ; 
That  land  shall  be  my  home  ; 
That  world  hath  neither  sin  nor  woe ; 
That  world  shall  be  my  home. 

6  There,  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains. 
Where  Jesus  Christ  forever  reigns  ; 

We  '11  join  the  choir  in  heaven  above. 
And  sing  of  his  redeeming  love. 

O  !  that  shall  be  my  home. 

That  land  shall  be  my  home  ; 

That  world  hath  neither  sin  nor  woe ; 

That  world  shall  be  my  home. 


CHEISTIAN   SONGSTEE.  71 

OL    Air. — ^^''ill  you  Come  to  tlie  Bower. 
Sinners  Invited  to  the  Cross, 

WILL  you  come  to  the  cross 
I  died  on  for  you  ? 
To  save  you  from  death, 
That  was  justly  your  due. 

CHORUS. 

Will  you,  will  you. 
Will  you,  will  you. 
Come  to  the  cross  ? 

2  And  while  at  my  feet 

In  contrition  you  lie, 
I  *11  hush  with  my  love, 

Every  penitent  sigh.  /•.  v 

Will  you,  will  you, 

Will  you,  will  you. 

Come  to  the  cross  ? 

3  'Tis  jonr  Savior  that  cali^ — 

*Ti8  your  God  that  implores 
you  sinners  to  turn, 
And  be  sinners  no  more. 

Will  you,  will  you, 

Will  you,  will  you. 

Turn  and  be  free  ? 


72  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

4  Be  free  from  tlie  "world — 

Its  temptations  and  care ; 
And  take  up  the  cross. 

It  is  easy  to  bear. 

Will  you,  will  you, 
"Will  you,  will  you, 
Take  up  the  cross  ? 

5  It  is  feet  to  the  lame, 

And  support  to  the  frail  ; 

And  a  weapon  of  war, 

When  your  foes  shall  assail. 

Will  you,  will  you, 

Will  you,  will  you. 

Take  up  the  cross  ? 

6  I  've  a  mansion  prepared 

For  the  poor  and  distress  'd  ; 
Where  the  thief  enters  not, 

Afld  the  weary  find  rest. 
Will  you,  will  you. 
Will  you,  will  you. 
Dwell  with  me  there  ? 

7  Sinners  take  up  the  cross — 

In  that  heavenly  land  ; 
There's  a  crown  for  your  head. 

And  a  palm  for  your  hand. 
Will  you,  will  you. 
Will  you,  will  you, 
Go  with  me  there  ? 


CHBISTIAN   SONGSTEK.       .  73^ 

62 

Admonition  to  Sinners. 

THE  voice  of  "^^isdom  hear, 
Be  in  time,  be  in  time ; 
Theosroice  of  Wisdom  hear. 

Be  in  time ! 
In  earnest  now  begin, 
To  give  up  every  sin  ; 
For  the  night  will  soon  set  in  : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
For  the  night  -will  soon  set  in  : 

Be  in  time ! 

d  Ye  aged  sinners  hear, 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  : 
Ye  aged  sinners  hear, 

Be  in  time ! 
Your  sands  are  running  fast,  ^jj^l 

Your  die  will  soon  be  cast ; 
Ye  aged  men  make  haste  : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
Ye  aged  men  make  haste  : 

Be  in  time  ! 

3  Though  late,  you  may  return, 
Be  in  time,  be  in  time ! 
Though  late,  you  may  return. 

Be  in  time  I 
Though  late  you  may  return. 
You  *re  not  to  late  to  learn  ; 


74  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

"WTiile  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn  : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
While  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn  : 

Be  in  time ! 

4  You  who  are  young  in  years. 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
Tou  who  are  young  in  yeai'S, 

Be  in  time  I 
You  say  you  're  in  your  bloom. 
And  far  from  the  dark  tomb  ; 
But  mind,  your  day  will  come : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
But  mind,  your  day  will  come  : 

Be  in  time  ! 

5  Te  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
■  You  must  die  and  wear  the  shroud 

Be  in  time ! 
Then  you  '11  cry,  and  want  to  be 
Happy  in  eternity  ; 
When  the  monster  Death  you  see  : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
When  the  monster  Death  you  see  : 

Be  in  time  ! 

6  Backsliders,  do  you  hear  ? 


Be  in  time,  be  in  t 


irae 


Backsliders,  do  you  hear, 
Be  in  time ! 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  75 

Your  sinful  course  forsake, 
Yourself  to  prayer  betake  ; 
Your  deathless  soul's  at  stake  : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time ! 
Your  deathless  soul's  at  stake  : 

Be  in  time  ! 

'  Should  you  the  -work  delay 

You  're  undone,  you  're  undone  I 
Should  you  the  "vrork  delay, 

You  're  undone  ! 
Should  you  the  work  djlay. 
And  squander  life  away, 
Death  will  be  a  solemn  day : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
Death  will  be  a  solemn  day  : 

Be  in  time ! 

8  Oh  !  should  the  door  be  shut, 

When  you  come,  when  you  come  ! 
Oh  !  should  the  door  be  shut. 

When  you  come ! 
Should  God  in  am^er  say. 
Depart  from  Me,  away  ; 
'Twill  be  to  late  to  pray : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
'Twill  be  to  late  to  pray  : 

Be  in  time ! 


76  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEa. 

9  The  gospel  train's  at  J^and, 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time. 
The  gospel  train's  at  hand. 

Be  in  time ! 
Behold  your  station  there, 
Jesus  has  paid  your  fare ; 
Let 's  all  engage  in  prayer  : 

Be  in  time,  be  in  time  ! 
Let 's  all  engage  in  prayer : 

Be  in  time. 


53  C.  M. 

We  shall  Meet  Above. 

¥E  meet  upon  this  lonely  shore, 
Those  whom  we  dearly  love  ; 
When  f  hall  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 
When  shall  we  meet  above  ?  \ 

2  We  meet  to  bid  the  sad  farewell — 

To  love — to  sigh — to  part ; 
Alas,  how  soon  the  sweetest  spell, 
Is  driven  from  the  heai-t. 

3  The  fairest  flowers  we  fondly  love. 

How  soon  their  beauty  dies  ! 
But  purer  they  will  bloom  above. 
In  bowers  of  paradise. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  77 

4  111  that  bright  happy  land  afar. 

We  11  find  the  lov  'd,  the  lost ; 
And  naught  our  happiness  can  mar. 
When  life's  rough  sea  is  cross  'd. 

5  Their  love  so  pure,  so  rich,  so  deep, 

Fills  every  heart  with  joy  ; 
Faith  shall  its  full  fruition  reap  ; 
For  doubt  can  ne  'er  alloy. 

6  We  11  meet  again  when  storms  are  o  'er— - 

The  ills  of  life  are  past ; 
Then  partings  rend  the  heart  no  more, 
We4l  meet,  we  11  meet  at  last. 


54  L.  M. 

Happy  Day. 

OH,  happy  day,  that  fix  'd  my  choice, 
On  thee,  my  Savior,  and  my  God  ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

CHORUS. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  wash  'd  my  sins  away  ; 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  praj, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 


73  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

2  Oh  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows, 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 

"While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done ; 

I  am  my  Lord's  and  he  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  Now  rest — ^my  long-divided  heart — 

Fix  'd  on  this  blissful  center,  rest — 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  nil  my  breast 

55 

Angels  Hovering  Round. 

THERE  are  angels  hovering  round. 
There  arS  augels  hovering  round. 
There  are  angels  hovering  round. 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home. 

To  cany,  &c. 

3  To  the  new  Jerusalem, 

To  the  new,  <fec. 

4  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home, 

5  And  Jesus  bids  them  come. 

6  There's  glory  all  around, 

There's  glory,  cfcc 


CHRISTIAN   SOXGSTEK.  19 

56  8,  8,  8,  6. 

I  will  Come  to  Thee. 

JUST  as  I  am,  withont  one  plea. 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bid  'st  me  come  to  thee — 
0,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot- 
To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot ; 
0,  lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am — ^poor, wretched,  blind — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
In  thee,  the  Savior,  I  shall  find — 

O,  Lamb  of  God,  1  come  1 

4  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt. 
Fighting's  within,  and  fears  without, 

0,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
0,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  thine/  yea,  thine  alone, 

0,  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 


fU)  CHRISTIAN  SONGSTEB. 

7  Burden  'd  with  guilt,  "would  'st  thou  be  blest? 
Trust  not  the  world — it  gives  no  rest : 

I  bring  relief  to  hearts  opprest — 
0  !  weary  sinner,  come. 

8  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross  ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross  ; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss — 

0  !  needy  sinner,  come. 

9  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears. 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears  ; 

0  V  trembling  sinner,  come, 

10  "The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come ;" 
Rejoicing  saints  re-echo.  Come ; 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will  may  come; 
Thy  Savior  bids  thee  come. 


57 


C.  M. 


COME  christians,  let  us  join  to  praise 
The  Lamb  on  Calvary ; 
Who  shed  his  blood  upon  the  tree, 
So  free  for  you  and  me. 


3  And  by  the  virtue  of  the 
To  heaven  Lhope  to  fly  ; 
And  there  to  shout  redeeming  love, 
With  angels  through  the  siy. 


CHRISTIAN    80NGSTEE.  C51 

3  Deep  waters  I  have  to  -wade  throagh,    • 

My  Father's  face  to  see  ; 
0  children,  to  your  Father  pray. 
That  he  '11  remember  me. 

4  A  pilgrim  here  on  earth,  I  am 

Bound  to  my  Immanuel's  land  :    * 
A  mercy  of  the  Lord  'twill  be, 
If  in  his  cause  I  stand. 

5  Hail,  happy  souls  I  how  fast  you  go, 

And  leave  me  here  behind  ; 

Don't  stay  for  me,  for  I  do  see 

The  land  is  good  and  kind. 

6  Go  on,  go  on,  my  soul  says  go. 

And  1 11  come  after  you  ; 
Though  you  're  so  fast  and  I  *m  so  slow, 
I  '11  sing  hosannah  too. 

7  God  grant  me  strength,  that  I  may  go. 

And  guide  my  steps  aright ; 
•     Though  you  're  so  fast  and  I  'm  so  slow, 

You  're  not  yet  out  of  sight. 

8  One  more  request,  my  Father's  flock, 

I  have  to  make  of  you  ; 
That  when  you  're  at  the  throne  of  grace. 
Then  to  remember  me. 
6 


82  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

9  And  when  to  heaven  you  ascend, 
And  there  God's  glory  see  ; 
When  you  get  home,  your  jouiney's  done 
Then  look  you  out  for  me. 

58  7s. 

Missionary    Hymn. 

HAIL  ye  missionary  band  ! 
Bound  for  every  nation  ; 
Christianize  the  heathen  land — 
Go  preach  a  free  salvation. 

2  Loud  proclaim  a  Savior,  God, 

Teach  them  how  to  read  his  word — 
Point  them  to  redeeming  blood, 
For  their  emancipation. 

3  And  while  the  Macedonian  ciy, 

Is  rolling  over  the  ocean  ; 
Hear  a  western  world  reply, 
Come  give  our  tribes  a  portion. 

4  Bring  the  precious  word  of  life. 

And  we  '11  cease  from  war  and  strife  ; 
Ground  the  tomahawk  and  knife. 
And  join  in  sweet  devotion. 

5  Fire-water  we  '11  reject. 

Reform  in  our  behavior  ; 
Missionaries  we  '11  respect. 
And  hope  we  shall  forever 

\     . 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  83 

6  "Wyandots  are  on  the  "way, 

Cherokees  their  off 'rings  bring  ; 
Massagosies  sweetly  sing, 

And  Chocktaws  praise  the  Savior. 

7  0  'er  the  Rocky  mountain's  height, 

Flat-heads  shout  the  Savior  ; 
Afric's  sons,  they  loud  proclaim 
Glory  to  God,  forever. 

8  Hark  !  a  voice  from  India's  strand. 

To  Jugernaut  we'll  no  more  bend  ; 
The  gospel's  reach  'd  our  pagan  land, 
We  feel  we  love  the  Savior. 

59  8,  7,  8,  4,  S,  4. 

Star  of  Peace. 

STAR  of  peace,  to  wand 'rers  weaiy. 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me, 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary. 

Far,  far  at  sea  ; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary. 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

2  Star  of  hope,  gleara  on  the  billow. 
Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  fur  thee  j 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow. 

Far,  far  at  sea ; 

Bless  tte  sailor's  lonely  pillow. 

Far,  far  at  sfa. 


84  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  Star  of  faith,  -wlien  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee  ; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking. 

Far,  far  at  sea  ; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 

4  Star  divine  !  O  safely  guide  him. 

Bring  the  wand  'rer  home  to  thee  ; 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 

Far,  far  at  sea  ; 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 


60  4  lis. 

Desires  after  Holiness. 

HOW  happy,  how  joyful,  how  loving  I 
feel, 
I  want  to  feel  more  love,  yea,  more  love 

and  zeal, 
I  want  my  love  perfect,  I  want  my  love 

pure. 
That  all  things  with  patience,  I  may  well 
endure 

2    I  want  to  be  little,  more  simple,  more  mild. 
More  like  my  blest  Master,  and  more  like 
a  child  ;  » 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTEE.  85 

More  w^atcliful,  more  prayerful,  more  lowly 

in  mind. 
More  thankful,  more  gentle,  more  loving 

and  kind. 


3  I  want  to  have  wisdom  that  comes  from 

above, 
I  want  my  heart  fill  *d  with  the  purest  of 

love  ; 
I  want  my  faith  stronger,  my  anchor  hope 

sure, 
And    like    a    good    soldier,  all  hardness 

endure.    ' 

4  I  want  to  be  stripped  of  all  human  pride. 
All  malice  and  anger,  I  would  lay  aside ; 
From  sin  and  from  bondage  I  want  to  be 

free, 
And  live,  my  d  ■'  ■  '^  ^vior,  live  only  to  thee. 

5  While  suff 'ring,  enduring,  in  duty  believe. 
Forgiving,  if  any  my  spirit  should  grieve  ; 
Remenib  'ring  at  all  times  what  Jesus  did 

say, 
And  set  out  anew,  and  begin  every  day. 

6  My  trea=;ur('  in  heaven  I  want  to  lay  up, 
Where  nothing  will  enter,  to  rust  or  cor- 
rupt ; 


86  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER, 

Where  no  thief  or  robber,  will  venture  or 

dare, 
Mj  heart  and  my  treasure,  I  want  should 

be  there. 

7  My  faith,  and  my  hope,  and  my  love  and 

my  zeal, 
I  want  them  deep  rooted,  and  inwardly 

feel ; 
I  want  my  light. clear,  that  beholders  may 

see, 
How  faith  and  good  works  in  sweet  union 

agree.  # 

8  My  union  I  want  with  the  Father  and  Son, 
I  want  that   perfected   which   grace   hath 

begun  ; 
With   love   and  sweet  union,  that   sooths 

every  care. 
And  with  my  dear  brethren  all  burdens  to 

bear. 

9  Come  love  and  sweet  union,  to  thee  I  do 

call, 
I  want  to  feel  mere  love,  yea,  more  loVe  to 

all; 
0    come,   my    beloved,    come,    hasten    to 

me, 
And  fill  up  my  vessel,  full  as  it  can  be. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  87 

10  Come  brethren  and  sisters,  both  aged  and 

youth, 
And  all  who  are  willing  to  -walk  in  the 

truth  ; 
Come  fill  up  your  vessels^  with  union  and 

love, 
And   on  our  blest  journey  we  '11  joyfully 

move. 

11  "When  time  is  no  more,  then  from  earth 

we  '11  remove, 
To  dwell  in  the  regions  of  pure  light  and 

love  ; 
"With  Jesus  our  Savior,  and  all  holy  men, 
"We'll  sing  hallelujah  forever,  Am^x. 


61  7s. 

"  Lovest  thou  Me  7  " 

HARK,- my  soul  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
*Tis  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word! 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?  " 

2  I  deliver  'd  thee  when  bound. 

And  when  bleeding,  heal  'd  thy  wound. 
Sought  thee  wand  'rinp^,  set  thee  right. 
Turn  'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 


88  CHRISTIAN   SOXGSTEB. 

3  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  beai*  ? 
Yes  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  I  will  remember  thee. 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  mv  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  taith  is  done  ; 
Partner  of,  any  throne  shalt  be  : 

"  Say,  poor  smner,  lovest  thou  me  ?  ' 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  to  thee  is  still  so  faint 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 

62  6s,  &  7s. 

Invitation  to  Sinners. 

SINNERS  go,  will  you  go, 
To  the  high  lands  of  heaven  ? 
Where  the  storms  never  blow, 

And  the  long  summer's  given  ; 
Where  the  bright  blooming  flowers 
Are  their  odors  emitting  ;     ^.;  / 
And  the  leaves  of  the-bowers:^-' 
In  the  breezes  are  flitting  ^' 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  89 

2  Where  the  saints  robed  in  white —  ^ 

Cleans 'd  in  life's  flowing  fountain; 
Shining  beauteous  and  bright. 

They  inhabit  the  mountain. 
"Where  no  sin,  nor  dismay, 

ITeither  trouble  nor  sorrow, 
Will  be  felt  for  a  day, 

Nor  be  fear  'd  for  the  morrow.  ^ 

3  He's  prepar'd  thee  a  home —  ^ 

Sinner  canst  thou  believe  it  ? 
And  invites  thee  to  come, 

Sinner  wilt  thou  receive  it  ? 
0  come,  sinner,  come, 

For  the  tide  is  receding  ; 
And  the  Savior  will  soon, 

And  forever,  cease  pleading. 

63  c.  M.     [Double. 

My  Mother's  Bible. 

THIS  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now  I 
Tears  will  unbidden,  start — 
With  faltering  heart,  and  throbbing  brow, 

I  press  it  to  my  heart. 
For  many  generations  past, 
Here  is  our  family  tree  ; 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  clasp  *d-; 
She  dying,  gave  it  me. 


90  CHRISTIAJI   SONGSTEE. 

2  All !  well  do  I  remember  those, 

Whose  names  these  records  bear ; 
Who  round  the  hearthstone  used  to  close, 

After  the  evening  prayer, 
And  spake  of  what  these  pa^es  said. 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill ! 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 
0  Here  are  they  living  still. 

3  My  father  read  this  holy  book — 

To  brothers,  sisters  dear  ; 
•     How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 

Who  lean  'd  God's  word  to  hear. 
Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet ! 

What  thronging  mem  'ries  come  ! 
Again  that  little  group  is  met 

Within  the  halls  of  home. 

4  Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew. 

Thy  constancy  I  've  tried  ; 
Where  all  were  false  I  found  thee  true. 

My  counselor  and  guide. 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasures  give. 

That  could  this  volume  buy  ; 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  taught  me  how  to  die. 


CIIRISTTAN    SONGSTER.  91 

6-1  8s. 

Realms  of  the  Blest. 

WfE  speak  of  tlie  realms  of  tlie  blest,  . 
W     Of  that  country  so  briglit  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confess  'd, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathwaj^s  of  gold. 

Of  its  walls  deck  'd  with  jewels  so  rare. 
Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 


3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin. 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care. 
From  trials  without  and  within. 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

4  "We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

Of  the  robes  which  the  glorified  wear. 
Of  the  church  of  the  first  born  above. 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

5  Do  thou.  Lord,  midst  sorrow  and  woe, 

Still  for  heaven  my  spiri;  prepare  ; 
And  shortly  I  also  shall  know. 
And  feel,  what  it  is  to  be  tlure. 


92  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

^5  C.  M. 

Heavenly   Joy. 

JOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow. 
In  nature's  barren  soil  ; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know. 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace. 
And  makes  his  glories  known  ; 
The  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

S  A  bleeding  Savior  seen  bv  faith, 
A  sense  of  pard  'ning  love  ; 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Gives  joys  like  those  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail. 

To  know  that  God  is  mine  ; 
Ai'e  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail. 
Unspeakable!  divine! 

5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind  ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high. 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

6  "No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot. 

But  since  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 


CH?a:.TI.VN   SONGSTER.  93 


66     8,  7,  8,  7.    AiK— Mount  Vernon. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely. 
Gentle  as  tlie  summer  breeze. 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
"When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 

Peac'eful  in  the  grave  so  low ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know 

3  Dearest  sister  thou  hast  left  us. 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  who  hath  bereft  us, 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee. 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled  ; 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee. 
Where  no  farewell  tears  are  shed. 

67  p.  M. 

Camp -Meetings. 

CAMP-MEETIIS-GS    with    thy    presence 
crown, 
And  shower,  0  Lord,  thy  blessings  down  ; 
Fill  eveiy  heart  with  holy  zeal, 
And  all  thy  righteousness  reveal. 


94  CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER. 

2  0  'er  all  our  hosts  do  thou  preside, 
And  all  our  various  movements  guide , 
The  praying  companies  attend. 

And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  Pour  out  thy  spirit  on  thy  sons. 
And  visit  thy  anointed  ones; 
May  every  virgin  trim  her  lamp. 
And  glory  rest  upon  our  camp. 

4  May  prayer  and  praise  united  rise. 
Like  holy  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

In  all  our  hosts  display  thy  power  1 
May  souls  be  born  again  this  hour  ! 

68  c.  M. 

The  Royal  Line, 

WHAT  poor  despised  company 
Of  travelers  are  these. 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way. 
Along  that  ragged  maze  ? 

2  Ah,  those  are  of  a  royal  line. 

All  children  of  a  King  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo !  for  joy  ihey  sing. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean. 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Because  of  tlx^i-'ricli  robes  unseen. 
The  world  is  not  &ppri:sed. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  95 

4  Cut  why  keep  tliey  that  narrow  road, 

And  travel  it  all  their  days  ? 
Why  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod — 
They  love  to  keep  his  ways. 

5  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  paths. 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

6  What,  is  there  then  no  other  road. 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
1^0  other  can  be  found. 

69  c.  M. 

The  Land  of  Rest, 

OLAND  of  rest  for  thee  I  sigh, 
When  will  the  momejits  come ; 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  down. 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know. 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome  ; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe. 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  In  J6SUS  Christ  I  sought  for  rest. 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam  ; 

And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast. 

And  he  'd  conduct  me  home. 


96  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

4  I  could  at  once  have  quit  tlie  field, 

Where  foes  in  fuiy  foam ; 
But  oh  !  my  passport  was  not  seal  'd — 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb  ; 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilly  tide. 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weaxj  of  wand  'ring  round  and  round, 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom  ; 
I  long  to  quit  the  unhallow  'd  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

7  Our  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away. 

When  we  have  ceased  to  roam  ; 

And  we  shall  hear  our  Father  say, 

Come  dwell  with  me  at  home. 

8  The  toils  of  life  will  soon  be  o  'er, 

I  '11  gain  a  peaceful  dome  ; 
And  shout  on  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
With  Jesus,  safe  at  home. 

70  p.  M.    8s,  A  7s. 

HARK !  ten  thousand  haips  and  voices, 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ; 
Jesus  reigns  an^  heaven  rejoices, 
Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love  : 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTEE,  97 

See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Hallelujah  1  hallelujah !  hallelujah   Amen. 

2  Jesus  hail ;  -whose  gloiy  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth  ; 
Lord  of  life,  thv  s.mile  enlightens. 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth  ; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord  we  own  it  love  divine. 

Hallelujah !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah !  Amen, 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever, 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever, 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own  ; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace,  _p». 

Destin  'd  to  behold  thy  face.  -^' 

Hallelujah !  hallelujah !  hallelujah  !  Amen- 

4  Savior,  hasten  thine  appearance  ; 

Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day. 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  : 
Th  n  with  golden  harps,  we  '11  sing — 
**  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

Hallelujah !  hallelujah !  hallelujah !  Amea 


98  CHKISTIAN  SONGSTER. 

71  p.  M. 

The  Old  Israelites. 

THE  old  Israelites  knew 
"What  it  was  they  must  do. 
If  fair  Canaan  they  ever  possess  *d  ; 

They  must  keep  in  sight 

Of  that  pillar  of  light, 
Which  then  led  to  the  promised  rest ; 

That  their  camps  on  the  road 

Could  not  be  their  abode. 
But  as  oft  as  the  trumpet  should  blow , 

Then  all  glad  of  the  chance 

For  a  farther  advance. 
Must  take  up  their  baggage  and  go 

/ 

2      I  am  thankful  indeed, 

For  that  heavenly  guide, 
•  Which  before  me  hath  hitherto  gone  j 

For  that  pillar  of  love 

Which  onward  doth  move, 
And  gathers  our  souls  into  one  ; 

While  the  Israelite  throng 

Is  advancing  alon^. 
To  closer  communion  they  flow  ; 

And  all  that  would  stand 

On  the  promised  land. 
Must  take  up  their  crosses  and  go. 


CHRISTIAN  SONGSTER.  99 

The  way  is  all  new. 

As  it  opens  to  view. 
And  beliind  is  the  foaming  red  sea  ; 

On  Jordan's  near  side, 

I  can  never  abide. 
For  no  place  of  repose  do  I  see  ; 

I  *m  engaged  in  pursuit. 

And  must  have  the  good  fruit, 
Which  in  Canaan's  rich  valleys  do  grow  ; 

Although  millions  of  foes, 

Should  arise  and  oppose. 
For  me,  I  'm  determined  to  go. 

All  scatter  'd  around 

On  this  wilderness  ground, 
"With  sweet  manna  awhile  we  've  been  fed  ; 

But  this  won't  always  do. 

We  must  rise  and  go  through. 
And  have  the  unleavened  bread. 

As  the  morning  doth  dawn. 

For  the  camps  to  move  on. 
And  the  priests  with  their  trumpets  do  blow, 

At  the  sound  of  the  trump, 

I  am  ready  to  -jump, 
And  for  me,  I  'm  now  ready  to  go. 

Although  some  in  the  rear. 

Preach  terror  and  fear. 
And  complain  of  the  trials  they  meet ; 

And  the  giants  before, 

With  great  fury  do  roar, 
I  'm  resolved  not  to  move  a  retreat. 


100  CHEISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

"We  're  little  'tis  time. 

And  our  number  but  few, 
And  the  sous  of  old  Anak  are  tall ; 

But  whilst  I  see  a  track, 

I  '11  never  turn  back, 
But  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 

6  Since  loss  is  my  gain, 
I  -will  never  complain. 

But  as  long  as  I  'm  able  to  crawl ; 

With  the  resolute  few 

I  '11  arise  and  go  through, 
And  suffer  the  loss  of  my  all. 

All  my  honors  and  wealth, 

And  my  pleasures  and  health, 
I  am  willing  should  now  be  at  stake  ; 

And  if  Christ  I  obtain, 

I  will  think  it  grea,t  gain. 
For  the  sacrifice  which. I  do  make. 

7  When  I  all  have  forsook. 
Like  a  bubble  'twill  look. 

From  the  midst  of  the  glorified  throng 

0  then  let  us  agree, 

And  from  bondage  be  free. 
And  to  Canaan  be  marching  along  ; 

If  I  'm  faithful  and  true. 

And  my  journey  pursue, 
I  shall  stand  on  tliat  promised  shore  ; 

1  shall  thankfully  see. 
What  a  blessing  to  me. 

Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  101 

8       By  the  labor  of  love, 

And  the  patience  of  hope, 
I  '11  go  on  in  the  heavenly  way  ; 

Till  I  come  to  the  spot, 

And  inherit  the  lot, 
Which  the  Lord  God  will  give  nnto  me 

For  it  is  union  I  seek, 

"With  the  lowly  and  meek. 
So  here  is  my  heart  and  my  hand  ; 

Since  I've  fixed  mine  eyes 

On  that  heavenly  prize, 
I  '11  go  up  and  possess  the  good  land. 

72        8,  6,  8,  8,  6.     Air.— Woodland. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  weary  wand  'rers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  ev  'ry  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heav  'n. 

2  There  is  a  soft  and  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  ev  'n  ; 
A  couch  for  weary  pilgrims  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  their  weary  head, 

And  find  repose  in  heav  'n. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  soitow  driv  'n  ; 
When  toss  'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  a;-ise  and  ocean  rolls,. 

And  all  is  drear  but  heav  'n. 


102  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  giv  'n  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 
And  all's  serene  in  heav'n. 

There  fragrant  flow  'rs  immortal  bloom 
And  joys   supreme  are  given, 

There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 

Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tOmb, 
Appears  the  dawn  of  Heav  'n. 

■73  8,7,8,7,8,7. 

r\  UIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
IT  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 
Bread  of  heaven.  Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Wliere  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar. 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 
Strong  Deliv  'rer,  strong  Deliv  'rer. 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Bear  mc  "through  the  swelling  current. 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 


CHKISTIAN    SONGSTER.  103 

Songs  of  praises,  songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  thiee. 


74  P.  M.    lis. 

Christ  in  the  Garden. 

WHILE  nature  was  sinking  in  stiUnesa 
to  rest. 
The  last  beams  of  daylight  shone  dim  in 

the  west ; 
0  *er  fields,  by  the  moonlight,  my  wander- 
ing feet 
Then  led  me  to  muse  in  some  lonely  re- 
treat. 

2  "While  passing  a  garden,  I  pans  'd  then  to 

hear 
A  voice,  faint  and  plaintive,  from  one  that 

was  there  ; 
The  voice  of  the  suff  'rer  affected  my  heart 
In  agony  pleading  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

3  In  off  'ring  to  heaven  his  pitying  prayer, 
He  spoke  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must 

bear  ; 
His  life  as  a  ransom  he  offered  to  give, 
That  sinners,  redeemed,  in  glory  might 

live. 


104  CHEISTIAN    SOXGSTER. 

4  I  listen'd  a  moment,  tlien  turned  me  to  see 
What  man    of   compassiou    this   stranger 

could  be  ! 
I  saw  him  low    kneeling  upon  the  cold 

ground, 
The  loveliest  being  that  ever  was  found. 

5  His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the 

night,  m 

His  locks  b;^  pale  moonbeams  were  glist'ning 

and  bright ; 
His  eyes  bright  as  diamonds  to  heaven  were 

raised, 
While  angels  in  wonder,  stood  round  him 

amazed. 

6  So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent  his 

prayers. 
That  "down  o  'er  his  bosom  roll  'd  sweat, 

blood,  and  tears ! 
I  wept  to  behold  him !    I  asked  him  his 

name ! 
He  answer  'd,  "  'Tis  Jesus  !  from  heaven  I 

came." 

7  "  I  am  thy  Redeemer !  for  thee  I  must  die ! 
The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  cannot  pass  by ; 
Thy  sins,  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon 

me. 
And    all    this    deep  anguish  I  suffer  far 
thee!" 


CHRISTIAN    SONaSTER.  105 

8  I  heard  witli  deep  sorrow  the  tale  of  hla 

-woe, 

While  tears  like  a  fountain  of  "water  did 
flow ; 

The  cause  of  his  sorrows  to  hear  him  re- 
peat, 

Affected  my  heart,  and  I  fell  at  his  feet. 

9  I  trembled  with  horror,  and  loudly  did  cry, 
**  Lord !  save  a  poor  sinner !   0  save,  or  I 

die  \"  '  ^ 

He  smil  'd  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me 

"  live  ; 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  for- 
give ! " 

10  How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me 

rejoice ! 
His  smile,  0  how  pleasant !  how  cheering 

his  voice ! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad. 
And  shouted,  "Salvation!"    and  "glory 

to  God ! " 

11  I  'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above! 
My  soul's  full   of  glory,   of  light,   peace, 

and  love ! 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayer,  and  the 
tears. 
Of  that  loving  Stranger,  who  banished  my 
fears ! 


106  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE. 

12  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  arouad. 
When    Gabriel,    decending,    the    trumpet 

shall  sound ; 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall 

rise. 
To  gaze  on  the  Stranger  with  unclouded 


75  L.  M. 

The  Mercy  Seat. 

FROM  ev 'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  ev  'ry  swelling  tide  of  woes. 
There  is  a  calm  a  sure  retreat : 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  "Mercy  Seat." 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet : 
It  is  the  blood-bought  "  Mercy  Seat.***' 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend. 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend 
Though  sunder  'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  "  Mercy  Seat." 

4  Ah,  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid. 
When  tempted,  desolate,  disraay'd  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 

Mercy  Seat  ?  - 


CHRISTIAN    SOIIGSTEK..  107 

5  There,  there  on  eagle  win^  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
And  heav  'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glojy  crowns  the  "  Mercy  Seat." 

€  Oh  let  my  hand  forget  the  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still. 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  "  Mercy  Seat  1 " 

76  6  7s.  ' 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

CHRIST  is  set  on  Zion's  hill. 
He  receiveth  sinners  still ; 
Who  will  serve  this  blessed  King  ? 
Come,  enlist,  and  with  me  sing  : 
I,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 
^  Happy  in  Eternity. 

3  Zion's  King  my  Captain  is, 
Conquest  I  shall  never  miss  ; 
Present  pay  I  now  receive — 
Future  happiness  he  '11  give  : 

I,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 

Happy  in  Eternity. 

3  What  a  captain  I  have  got ! 
Is  not  mine  a  happy  lot  ? 


108  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Therefore,  will  I  take  the  sword. 
Fight  for  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  : 

I,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 

Happy  in  Eternity. 

4  Brother  soldier  !  still  fight  on, 
Till  the  battle  thou  hast  won  ; 
The  great  Captain  we  did  choose, 
Never  did  a  battle  lose  : 

We,  his  soldiers,  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  Eternity. 

5  "  Come,  ye  sinner,  come,  enlist !  " 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Jesus  Christ ; 
Whosoever  will,  may  come — 
Jesus  Christ  refuseth  none : 

You,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  Eternity. 

6  Jesus,  is  my  Captain's  name, 
N'ow,  as  yesterday,  the  same  ; 
In  his  name  I  notice  give. 
All  who  come  he  will  receive  : 

You,  his  soldier,  then  will  be 
Happy  in  Eternity. 

7  Be  persuaded,  take  his  pay  ; 
All  your  sins  he  '11  wash  away 
Now  in  Jesus'  name  believe, 
Future  happiness  he  '11  give  : 

Yes,  in  luaven,  you  sure  shall  be 
Praising  God  eternally ! 


CHRISTIAN    SOKGSTEK.  109 


77  p.  M.    8,7,8,7,8,7,8,7. 

OTHAT  I  liad  some  secret  place. 
Where  I  miglit  hide  from  sorrow  ; 
Where  I  might  see  ruj  Savior's  face. 
And  thus  be  saved  from  terror  ! 

0  had  I  wings  like  Woah's  dove, 

.     I  'd  leave  this  world  and  Satan  ; 

1  'd  fly  to  heaven  on  wings  of  love.. 

Where  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

8  I  have  my  bitter  with  my  sweet. 

While  through  this  world  I  travel ; 
I  sometimes  shout,  and  sometimes  weep. 

Which  makes  my  foes  to  marvel ! 
But  let  them  think,  and  think  again. 

I  feel  I  'm  bound  for  heaven  ; 
I  hope  I  shall  with  Jesus  reign. 

And,  therefore,  I  will  serve  him. 

3  I  'm  oftimes  made  to  weep  and  mourn, 

Because  I  'm  faint  and  feeble  ; 
And  when  my  Savior  hides  his  face, 

My  soul  is  fill  'd  with  trouble. 
But  when  he  doth  again  return. 

And  I  lament  my  folly. 
Then  I  do  after  glory  run. 

And  still  my  Savior  follow. 


110  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

4  I  Arant  to  live  a  christian  here, 

I  "want  to  die  a  shouting  ; 
I  want  to  feel  mj  Savior  near, 

When  soul  and  body's  parting. 
I  "want  to  see  bright  angels  stand, 

And  ready  to  receive  me  ; 
To  bear  my  soul  to  Canaan's  land, 

Where  Christ  has  gone  before  me. 

5  I  hope  to  meet  mj  brethren  there, 

With  all  my  faithful  sisters  ; 
When  Jesus  smiles,  our  souls  appear — 

E  'en  now,  methinks  he  whispers. 
Come  let  us  join  the  saints  above. 

Who  sing  free  grace  redeeming. 
And  range  the  countless  fields  of  love, 

Where  glory's  ever  beaming. 

78  p.  M.     8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6. 

OLOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ?" 
I  thirst — I  faint — I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love. 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  this  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  : 


CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTEK.  Ill 

The  first-born  sons  of  light, 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  • 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  6nly  knows  the  love  of  God  ; 
0,  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  &tony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine. 
This  only  portion.  Lord,  be  mine  I 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 

i  0  that  I  could  forever  sit, 
"With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ;  - 
My  only  care,  delight  and  bliss. 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  0  that  I  could  with  favor  *d  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ; 
From  care  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 


79 


M 


P.  M.    6,  6,  4,  6,  6,  6,  4. 

Y  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  I 


112  CURTSTIAX    SONGSTER.. 

Savior  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  praj, 
Take  all  my  guilt  avt^ay. 
Oh  !  let  rae  from  this  day, 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heai't. 

My  zeal  inspire; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  !  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure.,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread. 
And  griefs  ai'ound  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
"Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray. 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o  'er  me  roll. 
Blest  Savior  !  then  in  love. 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransom  'd  soul. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  113 

80  6,  6,  4,  6,  6,  6,  4. 

COME  all  ye  saints  of  God ! 
Wide  througli  the  earth  abroad 
Spread  Jesus'  fame ; 
Tell  -what  his  love  has  done — 
Trust  in  his  name  alone ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears . 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme  : 
Praise  ye  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string. 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

3  Hark  1  how  the  choirs  above, 
Fill  'd  with  the  Savior's  love. 

Dwell  on  his  name ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crown  'd, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

81  0.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill  'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung  'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
8 


114  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
0  may  I  tliere,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow  'r  ; 
Till  all  the  ransom  'd  hosts  of  God, 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shSl  be  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  lisping  stamm  'ring  tongue. 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave ; 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

82 

" Joyfully,  Joyfully" 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move. 
Bound  for  the  land'of  bright  spirits  above; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 

2  Soon  will  my  pilgrimage  end  here  below. 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go : 
Pilgrim  and  stranger,  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joj  fully,  resting  at  home. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  115 

3  Friends  I  have  there,  who  have  pass  'd  on 

before  ; 
"Waiting;,  they  ivatch  me  approaching  that 

shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 

gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  I 
Rings  with   the    harmony    heaven's    high 

dome. 
Joyfully,  joyfully, -haste  to  thy  home. 

5  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me 

low ; 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blo"^  ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb — 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  I  go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banish 'd,    his  sceptre,  be 

gone  ; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


^16  CHEISTIAN    80NQSTEB. 

83  6,  4,  6,  4,  6,  7,  6,  4. 

Happy  Land. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away  ; 
Where  saints  and  angels  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Savior  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring. 
Forever  more. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away  I 
Why  do  you  doubting  stand  ? 

Why  still  delay  ? 
0,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest  evermore. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand. 

Love  cannot  die. 
O,  then  to  glory  run. 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won. 
And  bright  above  the  sun. 

Reign  evermore. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  117 

4  There  in  that  happy  land. 

Rich  plenty  teems  ; 
Down  over  golden  sand 

Eoll  living  streams. 
Green  are  the  fields  and  bowers, 
Sweet  the  fruit  and  fair  the  flowers  ; 
All  o'er  that  land  of  ours 

Bright  beauty  beams. 

5  There  in  that  happy  land. 

Dwell  spirits  bright ; 
There,  round  the  thione  they  stand. 

All  cloth  'd  in  white. 
There,  free  from  care  they  rove, 
Through  each  heavenly  vale  and  grove, 
And  still  with  those  they  love 

Find  new  delight. 

6  There  in  that  happy  land. 

Soft  airs  of  spring  ; 
.     Like  gales  of  Eden  bland. 

Health  ever  bring : 
No  sickness  there,  nor  pain  ; 
Life  and  blooming  youth  remain 
Death  never  comes  again  ; 

Christ  is  their  King. 

7  0  how  I  lon^  to  see 

Jesus  above, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  free — 
Perfect  in  love. 


116  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Oil !  tlieu  with  aiigels  briglit, 
I  shall  range  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  in  my  Savior's  sight, 
Live  evermore. 

84  4,  6,  A,  6. 

New   Year. 

AlTOTHERyear 
Has  told  its  peaceful  tale. 
And  still  I  'm  here 
A  traveler  in  the  vale. 

2  Ah  1  not  a  few 

Who  seem  'd  life's  toils  to  brave, 

Are  hid  from  view, 
"Within  the  silent  grave. 

3  Why  am  I  spared 
To  see  another  year  ? 

Why  have  I  shared 
So  many  mercies  here  ? 

4  From  God  alone 
My  mercies  I  receive  ; 

To  him  alone 
I  would  forever  live. 

5  Then  aid  ray  tongue, 
Companions  on  the  road. 

To  raise  a  song 
Of  gratitude  to  God. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  119 

6      Hallelujah ! 
Let  all  their  voices  raise ; 

Hallelujah  I 
To  God  be  all  the  praise. 

85     6,  4 :  6,  4  :  6,  6,  6,  4.    Am.— Oak. 
Heaven  is  my  Home. 

I'M  but  a  stranger  here, 
Heav  'n  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 
Heav  'n  is  my  home. 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  one  on  eveiy  hand, 
Heav  'n  is  my  father-land, 
Heav'n  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heav  'n  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heav  'n  is  my  home. 
Time's  cold  and  wintiy  blast, 
Soon  will  be  over-past ; 
I  shall  reach  homo  at  last,    . 

Heav'n  is  my  home. 

3  There  at  my  Savior's  side, 

Heav  "n  is  my  liome  ; 
I  shall  be  glorified, 
Heav  'n  is  my  home. — 


ISO  CHRISTIAN    60NGSTEE. 

•  There  are  the  good  and  blest. 
Those  I  lov  'd  most  and  best. 
There  too  I  soon  shall  rest, 
Heav'n  is  my  home. 


S6  L.  M. 

Pilgrims  going  Home. 

LEADER  of  faithful  souls,  and  guide 
Of  all  that  travel  to  the  sky, — 
O  come  with  us,  with  us  abide  ; 
We  would  on  thee  alone  rely. 

CHORUS. 

"We  're  going  home,  we  're  going  home. 
We  're  going  home  to  die  no  more, 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
We  're  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

9  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below. 
This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place 
But  hasten  through  this  vale  of  woe, 
Now  restless  to  behold  thy  face. 

3  We  've  no  abiding  city  here. 
But  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 
Thither  our  steady  course  we  steer, 
Aspiring  to  the  plains  o£  light. 


CHAISTIAN    SONGSTEB.  12l 

4  Patient  the  appointed  race  to  run, 
"    This  -weary  world  we  cast  behind  ; 
From  strength  to  strength  we  travel  on. 
The  new  Jerusalem  to  find. 


87 


C.  M. 


JERUSALEM  my  glorious  home, 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ; 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 


With  palms  in  view,  we  still  journey  on, 

And  tell  the  pleasing  story  ; 
And  when  we  reach  fair  Canaan's  land. 

We  '11  all  sing  glory,  glory. 

8  0  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God  ! 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend  ? 
Where  congregations  ne  'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbath's  never  end. 

3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  woe. 

Or  feel  at  death,  dismay  ; 

Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view. 

In  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Redeemed  saints  and  angels  there. 

Around  my  Savior  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below. 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 


122  CHRISTIAN    SOXGSIER, 

5  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

88  p.  M. 

Sacred  Spot. 

THEPlE  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
Than  native  soil  or  mountain  ; 
A  spot  to  vrhich  aflfection's  tear 

Springs  graleful  on  its  fountain, 
'Tis  not  wiiere  kindred  souls  abound, 

Though  that  is  almost  heaven. 
But  where  I  first  my  Savior  found, 
And  felt  my  sins  forgiven. 

2  Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore, 

Loug  toss  'd  upon  the  ocean  ; 
Above  me  was  the  thunders  roar. 

Beneath  the  wave's  commotion. 
Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 

Around  me,  faint  with  terror  ; 
In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groans 

Ascend,  for  years  of  error. 

3  Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 

I  knew  not  help  was  nigh  me  ; 
And  cried,  0  Kive  me,  Lord,  from  death. 
Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  1S3 

Then  quick  as  thought  I  felt  him  mine — 

My  Savior  stood  before  me  ; 
I  saw  his  brightness  round  me  shine. 

And  shouted,  glory,  glory. 

4  0  sacred  hour,  0  hallo"v^  'd  spot ! 

"When  love  divine  first  found  me. 
Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot, 

My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee  ; 
And  as  from  earch  I  rise  to  soar 

Up  to  my  home  in  heaven, 
Down  will  I  cast  my  eyes  once  more. 

Where  1  was  first  forgiven. 

89  p.  M. 

Voyage  of  the  Soul. 

WHEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer. 
When  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear. 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise  ; 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings. 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 

Vain  world,  adieti !  ^ 

2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore, 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore — 
The  tree  of  life,  the  pastures  green. 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream  ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  lier  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
I  'm  going  home. 


124  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand  ; 
"With  steady  helm,  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail  ; 
And  now  for  jov  she  folds  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

I  'ra  safe  at  home. 

4  Kow  safely  moor  'd,  no  stonns  I  feax, 
My  God,  my  Christ,  my  heaven  are  here. 
And  all  the  joys  of  Paradise 

In  loveliness  and  beauty  rise. 
'Tis  now  the  soul  with  folded  wing. 
Her  thrilling  notes  of  joy  shall  sing, 
"  Glory  to  God." 

90  6,  6,  4  :  6,  6,  6,  4. 

My  Mansion  in  the  Sky. 

MY  mansion  in  the  sky 
Is  built  sublimely  mgh. 
Serene  above ! 
Its  massy  towers  of  might. 
Its  gates  all  burnish  'd.  bright, 
Blaze  like  the  solar  light, 
Or  mount  of  God. 

5  On  Zion's  Heights  divine, 
The  city  turrets  shine, 


CHBISTIAS  )  SONGSTEB.  125 

Pillars  of  flame ! 


The  joy  of  earth's  oppress  'd, 
The  home  of  spirits  blest. 
The  everlasting  rest — 
Jerusalem ! 


3  The  angel  hosts  are  there, 
Cherubs  and  seraphs  fair. 

And  saints  untold. 
Snatch  'd  from  terrestrial  wronga 
To  chant  in  happy  throngs, 
Their  hi^h  triumphant  songs. 

With  harps  of  gold. 

4  Crowns  they  have  all  obtained, 
And  robes  of  white  unstained, 

Purchas  'd  with  blood. 
Waving  their  palms  on  high, 
With  thrills  of  holy  joy. 
Adoring  they  cry, 

"  Glory  to  God." 

$  On  Hiat  Elysian  shore. 

They  weep,  they  sigh  no  more, 

Forever  blest ; 
Their  warfare  is  all  done. 
Their  latest  foe  o  'erthrown, 
Eternal  honors  won,  .^ 

And  heavenly  rest.        JH| 


126  CHRISTIAN    SOIn'GSTEE. 

D  Thither  my  hopes  aspire, 
My  spirit  is  on  fire, 

To  bound  away. 
From  this  dull  vale  of  gloom, 
From  this  sublunar  tomb, 
To  rise,  and  sing,  and  bloom. 

In  God's  own  day. 


91 


p.  M.     9, 10,  9,  10. 
A  Home  in  Heaven. 


A  HOME  in  hear  'n  !  what  a  joyful  thought, 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot  I 
His  heart  opprest,  and  with  anguish  driven 
From  his  home  below  to  his  home  in  heaven, 

2  A  home  in  heav'n  !  as  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  ejea 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given. 
With  the  blessed  thought  of  his  home  m 

heaven.  '     •' '  2 

3  A  home  in  heaven,  when  our  pleasures  fade. 
And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are 

laid; 
And  streM^h  decays  and  health  is  riven. 
We  are  hMlfV  still  with  our  home  in  heaven 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  127 

4  A  home  in  lieav  'n  !   when  the  faint  heart 

bleeds, 
By  the  Spirii's  strokes  for  its  evil  deeds  ! 
Oh  !  then  what  bliss  in  that  heart  forgiven. 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven. 

5  A  home  in  heav  'n  !   when  our  friends  are 

tied, 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  the  mould- 
'ring  dead, 
■  W^  wait  in  hope  of  the  promise  given  : 
"We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heav'n, 

G  A  home  in  heav  'n  when  the  wheel  is  broke. 
And  the  golden  bowl  by  the  terror  stroke  ; 
When  life's  bright  sun  sinks  in  death's  dark 

even. 
We  will  then  fl j  up  to  our  home  in  heav  'n, 

7  Our  home  in  heav  'n  !  Oh,  the  glorious  home ! 
And  the  Spirit  join  'd  with  the  bride  says, 

come  ; 
Come,  seek  his  face  and  your  sins  forgiven,' 
And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heav  *n. 

92  S.  M. 

Sing  to  Me  of  Heaven. 

OH  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I  am  call  'd  to  die  1 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstacy,     ^ ,.  - 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 


128  CHEISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 
Roll  oflf  my  marble  brow. 


Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness  I 
Let  heav  'n  begin  below 


f 


3  When  the  last  moment  comes, 

Oh  watch  my  dying  face, 
And  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o  'er  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then  to  my  ravish  'd  ears 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  giv  'n  ; 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heav  'n. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes. 

And  lay  me  down  to  rest ; 
And  clasp  my  pale  and  icy  handa 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

6  Then  round  my  senseless  clay, 

Assemble  those  I  love  ; 
And  sing  of  heav  'n,  delightful  heav  *n. 
My  glorious  home  above  ! 

93  7,  6,  7,  6. 

TTie  CJiristian  Begging  and  Praying  on  his  toay 
to  Glory. 

WHETS'  I  set  out  for  glory, 
I  left  the  world  behind. 
Deter  min  'd  for  a  city 

That's  out  of  sight  to  find. 


CHRISTIAN    eOXGSTER.  129 


And  t(    ?}orj  I  vvdll  go  : 

And  to  gluiy  I  will  go,  I  '11  go,  I  '11  go  1 

And  to  giory  I  -svill  go  ! 

2  I  left  my  -w^orldly  lionoi% 

I  left  my  worldly  fame, 
I  left  my  young  companions  ; 
And  "with  them  my  good  name 

3  Some  said  I  'd  better  tarry — 

They  thought  I  was  too  young, 
For  to  prepare  for  dying, 
But  that  was  all  my  theme. 

4  Come  all  my  loving  brethren. 

And  listen  to  ray  cry  ; 
And  you  that  are  backsliders. 
Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 

5  The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 

Who  truly  begs  indeed  ; 
Be  always  will  relieve  him, 
When  'er  he  stands  in  need. 

6  I  do  not  beg  for  riches, 

Nor  to  be  dressed  fine ; 
The  garment  that  he  '11  give  me. 
The  sun  it  will  outshine. 
9 


130  CmiTSTIAN    SONGSTER. 

7  I  *in  not  asham  'd  to  beg  * 

"While  here  on  earth  I  stay ; 
I  'm  not  asham  'd  to  watch, 
;  I'm  not  asham  'd  to  pray. 

8  ^e  richest  man  I  ever  saw 

Was  one  who  beg-g  'd  the  most ; 
His  soul  was  fill  'd  with  glory, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

9  And  now  we  are  encourag  'd, 

Come  let  ns  travel  on, 
Until  we  join  the  angels, 
And  sing  the  holy  song. 

94  8,  7,  8,  7,  6,  7,  8,  7. 

The  Gloom  of  Autumn. 

HAIL  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow  1 
View  with  me  th'  autumnal  gloom  ; 
Learn  from  hence  your  fate  to-morrow — 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb  ! 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn  ; 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Brings  to  mind  the  mould  'ring  urn. 

2  Qft  the  autumn's  tempest  rising. 
Makes  the  lofty  forest  nod  ;  ^ 
Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising ! 
Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 


CHRISTIAN    BONGSTEE.  131 

See  our  Sov  'reign,  sole  Creator, 

Lives  eternal  in  the  skies  ; 
"Whilst  we  mortals  yield  to  nature — 

Bloom  awhile,  then  fade  and  die. 

3  Lo !  I  hear  the  air  resounding, 

With  expiring  insects'  cries  ; 
Ah !  their  moans  to  me  how  wounding  ! 

Emblem  of  my  aged  sighs ! 
Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 

Noisy  waters  round  me  rise. 
While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring. 

Tears  fast  sti-eaming  from  my  eyes. 

4  What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures. 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ;    ' 
Long  I  Ve  lost  all  youthful  pleasures  ; 

Tim    must  youth  and  health  destroy. 
Pleasure  since  I  fondly  courted, 

Shar  'd  each  bliss  that  youth  bestows, 
But  to  see  where  then  I  sported,] 

Now  embitters  all  my  woes. 

5  Age  and  sorrow  since  have  blasted. 

Every  youthful  pleasing  dream  ; 
Quivering  age  with  youth  contrasted  ; 

0  how  short  their  glory  seems. 
As  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrills  from  the  trees. 
So  my  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 

Through  old  age  and  dire  disease. " 


132  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE. 

6  Former  friends — 0  kow  I  sought  tliein. 

Just  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind. 
But  they  're  gone  like  leaves  of  autumn 

Driven  beiore  the  di-eary  -wind. 
When  a  few  more  years  are  wasted. 

When  a  fe\r  more  springs  are  o  'er. 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I  've  tasted, 

I  shall  rise  to  fall  no  more. 

7  Cease  this  fearing,  trembling,  sighing  ; 

Death  will  break  the  sullen  gloom. 
And  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 

Must  be  bome  beyond  the  tomb. 
There  I  '11  see  my  blessed  Savior, 

There  I  '11  cease  from  all  my  toil ; 
There  I  '11  drink  and  feast  forever 
.  On  that  fair  and  happy  soil. 


95  6  13. 

The  Happy  Man. 

HOW  happy  is  the  man  who  hath  chosen 
wisdom's  ways. 
And  has  measur  'd  out  his  span  to  God  in 

prayer  and  praise  ; 
His  God  and  his  Bible  are  all  that  he  de- 
sires ; 
To  holiness  of  heart  he  continually  aspires. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  133 

In  poverty  he 's  happy,  for  he  knows  he  has 

a  friend. 
Who   never  -will   forsake  him  though  this 

world  should  have  an  end. 

He  rises  in  the  morning,  with  the  lark  he 

tunes  his  lays. 
And  offers   up  his  tribute  to  his   God   in 

prayer  and  praise  ; 
And  then  to  his  labors  he  cheerfully  repairs, 
In  confidence  believing  that  God  will  hear 

his  prayers  ; 
Whatever  he  engages  in,  at  home  or  abroad, 
His  object  is  to  honor,  and  to  glorify  his  God. 

He  hails  with  joy  the   morning  that  rolls 

the  Sabbath  round, 
When  in  the  courts  of  Zion  he  is  always  to 

be  found  ; 
A  seat  amongst  his   brethren  he's   always 

sure  to  fill, 
Low  at  the  feet  of  Jesus,  to  do  his  Master's 

will; 
He  gives   of   his   abundance,   the  poor   to 

clothe  and  feed  ; 
And  cares  for  all  around  them  according  to 

their  need. 

In  sickness,  pain,  and  sorrow,  he  never  will 

repine, 
While    he    is    drawing   nourishment    from 

Christ  the  livinsr  vine  : 


134  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

When  trouble  presses  heavily,  he  leans  on 

Jesus'  breast ; 
And  in  his  precious  promises  he  finds  a 

quiet  rest ; 
The  yoke   of  Christ  is  easy,  his  burden's 

alTvays  light, 
fie  lives,  nor  is  he  weary,  till  Canaan  heaves 

in  sight. 

5  'Tis  then  you  have  his  history  through  life, 

from  day  to  day, 
Religion    is   no  mystery,  it  is  a  pleasant 

way  ; 
And  when   upon  his  pillow,  he  lays  him 

down  to  die. 
In  hope  he  still  rejoices,  for  he  knows  his 

Savior's  nigh  : 
And  when  life's  lamp  is  flickering,  his  soul 

on  wings  of  love 
Flies  away  to  realms  of  glory,  to  dwell  with 

Christ  above. 

6  With  saints,  priests,  and  prophets,  he  tunes 

the  golden  lyre, 
And  shouts  hallelujah  with  all  the  heavenly 

choir  ; 
He's  happy  in  eternity,  his  joys   ai'e  now 

complete. 
With  angels  he  is  bowing  around  the  Savior's 

feet. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE.  135 


96  5,  6, 11,  6,  6,  11; 

'rpiS  pleasant  to  sing 
X     The  sweet  praise  of  our  King, 
■  As  here  in  this  valley  of  sorrow  we  move  ; 
'Twill  be  pleasanter  still 
When  we  stand  on  the  hill. 
And  give  thanks  to  our  Savior,  our  Master 
above. 

2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  thy  bosom  divine. 

And  experience  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine, 

While  born  from  above. 

And  upheld  by  thy  love. 
With  singing  and  triumph  to  Zion  we  move. 

3  On  Canaan's  fair  land 
We  shortly  shall  stand, 

With  crowns  on  our  heads,  and  harps  in  our 
hands ; 
Our  harps  shall  be  tuned. 
The  Lamb  shall  be  crown  'd. 
Salvation  to  Jesus    through    heaven  shall 
resound. 


136  CHRISTIAN    S0NGST5;R 

97  3,  3,  6,  3,  3,  6, 

Sinners  Invited. 

SI^TJSTER,  come, 
'Mid  tliy  gloom, 
All  thy  guilt  CGniCSsing: 
Trembling  now. 
Contrite  bow, 
Take  the  cSBrevi  blessing 

2  Sinner,  come. 
While  there's  room, 

While  the  feast  is  waitini 
While  the  Lord, 
By  his  word, 

Kindly  is  inviting. 

3  Sinner,  come  ; 
Lo !  the  tomb 

Opens  wide  before  thee 
See  death  stand —  ^ 
Lift  his  hand. 

Waiting  to  devour  thee. 

4  Sinner,  come. 
Ere  thy  doom 

Shall  be  sealed  forever 
Now  return, 
Grieve  and  mourn. 

Flee  to  Christ  the  Savior. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  137 

98  6,  5,  6,  5,  6,  6,  6,  5. 

The  Bewildered,  Weeping  Heart,  Invited. 

BEWILDER  'D  Tveeping  heai-t, 
"What  can  relieve  thee  ? 
Come,  sinful  as  thou  art, 

Christ  will  receive  thee  : 
Come,  though  -with  woes  oppress  'd, 
Soft  is  thj  Savior's  breast. 
There  may'st  thou  sweetly  rest, 
There  nought  can  grieve  thee. 

2  Come,  trembling,  timid  soul, 

Why  this  delaying  ?  « 

Thunders  that  o'er  thee  roll, 

Fall  on  thee  straying  ; 
Turn  from  destruction's  ways, 
Turn  to  the  throne  of  grace  ; 
There  seek  thy  Father's  face, 

Weeping  and  praying. 

3  Hence,  guilty  fear  and  doubt, 

Leave  me  forever ; 
Lord,  wilt  thou  cast  me  out  ? 

Never,  Oh,  never  : 
From  unbelief  of  mind  ; 
From  thoughts  to  sin  inclined— 
From  flesh  and  hell  combin  'd 

Thou  wilt  deliver. 


138  OHEISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

99  p.  M. 

The  Prospect  of  Heaven. 

HEAYEN'LY  day,  heavenly  day,  awaits 
our  -way. 
Here  on  earth  as  strangers  dwelling  ; 
Joys  we  seek  beyond  xiecay, 
Songs  to  God  are  ever  swelling 
Heav  'n's  high  glory  ever  telling. 
Though  as  pilgrims  here  we  roam, 
Yet  in  heav  'n  we  '11  find  a  home  ; 
Heavenly  day,  heavenly  day,  awaits   our 
way. 

2  Heavenly  day,  heavenly  day,   awaits  oui- 

way, 
Hope  bestows  her  smiles  unceasing, 
Sweet  her  beams  around  us  play. 
While  our  earthly  life's  decreasing  ; 
"While  we  wait  our  soul's  releasing. 
Though  as  pilgrims  here  we  roam. 
Yet  in  heav'n  we  '11  find  a  home  ; 
Heavenly  day,  heavenly  day,   awaits   our 
way. 

3  Heavenly  day,  heavenly  day,   awaits   our 

way— 
Wliat  though  death  our  bond  dissever, 
Which  unites  thee  to  thy  clay  ? 
Dread  the  gloom,  oh,  never,  never, 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  139 

Light  shall  rise  and  shine  forever — 
Though  as  pilgi'ims  here  we  roam, 
Yet  in  heav  'n  we  *11  find  a  home  ; 
Heavenly  day,  heavenly  day,  awaits  our 
way. 


100  p.  M.    7,  6,  7,  7,  11. 

Resurrection. 

RISE,  rise,  rise  from  thy  mourning  ; 
Light,  light  breaks  from  the  sky  ; 
See,  see  light,  the  day  dawning  ; 

Jesus  has  risen  on  high  ! 
Rise,  rise,  0  rise — Jesus  has  risen  on  high  ! 

2  Come,  come,  sing  to  the  Savior  ; 

Love,  love  beams  from  his  eye. 
Haste,  haste,  shine  in  his  favor  ; 

Worship  the  Savior  on  high. 
Come,  come,  0  come,  worship  the  Savior  on 
high. 

3  Praise,  praise  yield  him  with  gladness  ; 

Earth,  earth,  banish  thy  gloom  ; 
Death,  death,  0  where 's  thy  sadness  ? 

Jesus  returns  from  the  tomb. 
Praise,  praise,  0  praise,  Jesus  returns  from 
the  tomb. 


140  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

4  Hail !  hail !  christians  adore  him  ! 
Here,  here,  anthems  we  sing  ; 
There,  there  we  '11  dwell  in  glory, 

Eternally  praising  our  King. 
Rail !  hail !  .all  hail  1  eternally  praising  our 
King. 

101 

The  Dying  Saint. 

A  LITTLE  longer  here  below, 
I  have  a  home  in  gloiy  ; 
Right  home  to  glory  I  will  go, 
I  have  a  home  in  glory. . 


0  glory,  0  gloiy, 

There's  room  enough  in  Paradise, 

For  all  a  liome  in  glory. 

2  There  is  a  tree  in  Paradise, 

I  have  a  home  in  glory  : 
The  christians  calls  the  tree  of  life, 
I  have  a  home  in  glory. 

Chorus. — O  glory,  0  glory,  &c. 

3  My  elder  brethren  bid  me  stay, 

I  have  a  home  in  glory  : 

And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

I  have  a  home  in  gloiy. 

Chorus. — 0  gloiy,  0  glory,  (to- 


CHRISTIA.X    SONGSTER.  141 

4  Bright  angels  watcli  around  my  bed, 

I  have  a  home  in  gloiy  : 
To  cany  me  home  when  I  am  dead, 
I  have  a  home  in  gloiy. 

Chorus. — 0  glory,  0  glory,  &c. 

5  And  when  you  put  me  under  ground, 

I  have  a  home  in  glory : 
I  expect  to  rise  at  the  tmmpet's  sound, 
I  have  a  home  in  glory. 

Chorus.— :0  glory,  0  glory,  &c. 

6  And  when  I  get  on  th'  other  shore, 

I  have  a  home  in  glory, 
I  '11  sing  and  shout  forever  more  ; 
I  have  a  home  in  glory. 

Chorus. — 0  glory,  0  glory,  &c. 

102  p.  M.    7,6,7,6. 

Expostulation. 

COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  tiy 
For  a  little  season, 
Every  burthen  to  lay  by — 
Come,  and  let  us  reason 

2     Vvbat  is  this  that  casts  you  down  ? 
What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 
iippv,k,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 


142  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  Christ,  at  times,  by  faith  I  yievr, 

And  it  doth  relieve  me  ; 
But  my  doubts  return  ane^v, 
They  are  those  that  grieve  me 

4  Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 

Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful  ; 
Plagued  with  every  sore  disease, 
How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 

5  Think  on  what  your  Savior  bore. 

In  the  gloomy  Garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  at  every  pore. 
To  procure  thy  pardon. 

6  View  him  nailed  to  the  tree. 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying, 
See,  he  suffer  'd  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

7  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  linen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb. 
And  returned  mourning. 

8  Jesus  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Angels  fly  from  glory  ; 
See  what  glory  shines  around, 
Hallelujah  !  glory  ! 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  "  143 

9  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  ? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name. 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

1 0  Soon  we  '11  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Soon  we  '11  meet  in  heaven  ; 
There  we  '11  join  the  saints  above, 
And  forever  praise  him. 

103  4  83. 

The  Cordial  of  Lorn. 

HOTV  sweet  is  the  cordial  of  love  I 
A  balm  to  the  sorrowful  soul. 
It  flows  from  the  fountain  above. 
And  makes  the  disconsolate  whole. 

2  How  happy  the  souls  that  are  blest. 

And  sprinkled  with  Jesus'  blood  ? 
That  lean  on  Immanuel's  breast. 
And  live  an  communion  with  God  ! 

3  This  heavenly  sweetness  below, 

Is  common  to  all  that  believe  ; 

The  joys  of  communion  they  know. 

In  bonds  of  afiection  they  live. 

4  While  striving  to  gain  the  blest  shore, 

They  mutual  succor  afford  ; 
They  look  to  the  haven  before. 
And  follow  their  Captain  the  Lord. 


144  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE. 

5  Their  joy.s  that  on  earth  are  begun, 

Will  soon  he  completed  above  ; 
Their  labor  below  will  be  done. 
When  lost  in  the  ocean  of  love. 

6  Tiiere  all  the  ship's  companj^  meet, 

Who  sailed  with  their  Savior  below  ; 
Their  union  will  then  be  complete. 
And  sorrow  they  never  shall  know. 

104  p.  M. 

The  Royal  Proclamation. 

HEAR  the  rojal  proclamation. 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Publishing  to  eYerj  creature, 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious. 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying,^ 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying. 
Rebel  sinner,  royal  favor 
jSTow  is  offer  'd  %  the  Savior. 

3  Hear  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Vriio  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 

O&jr  'd  to  the  whole  creation. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER  145 

4  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy, 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly  ; 
Turn  or  you  are  lost  forever,  / 

.  Oh,  now  turn  to  God  your  Savior. 

5  'T-was  for  you  that  Jesus  died. 
For  you  he  was  cmcified ; 
Conquer 'd  death  and  rose  to  heaven, 
Life  eternal  through  him's  given. 

6  Here  is  wine,  and  piilk,  and  honey. 
Come  and  purchase  without  money  ; 
Mercy  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

7  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Pearling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Koving  thunders,  lightning's  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

8  Kow  our  hearts  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher  ; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation. 

To  the  King  of  our  salvation. 

9  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation. 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story. 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory 

10 


146  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 


105  c.  M. 

JESUS  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
As  sucli  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Now  iu  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
0,  Lord !  remember  me. 


Remember  me,  remember  me, 

0,  Lord,  remember  me  : 
Remember  Lord,  thy  dying  groans. 

And  then  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  "word  of  grace. 

Remember  Calvaiy  ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  I  own  I  'm  guilty,  own  I  *m  vile. 

Yet  thy  salvation 's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
0,  Lord  remember  me, 

4  Ho-w '  er  forsaken  or  distress  'd, 

How  'er  oppress  'd  I  be. 
How  'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  147 

5  Thou  wond  'rous  Advocate  of  God ! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
0,  Lord,  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 

And  creatui-e  helps  all  flee. 
Thee  0,  my  great  Redeemer ;  God  ! 
I  pray  remember  me. 

106  p.  M. 

FaitJi,  Hope,  Charity. 

T?ERVENT  praye  *r  my  soul  employ^  ; 
J.    Faith  is  there  and  doubt  desti'oys  ; 
Fervent  praise  my  soul  employs, 
Hope  comes  in  and  crowns  my  joys  : 

But  as  first  and  best  to  me. 

Give  me,  give  me  charity  ; 

Spotless  charity — stainless  charity. 

Give  me,  give  me  charity. 

2  Faith  is  my  foundation  stone, 
Hope  her  temple  rears  thereon  ; 
Faith  unfolds  its  mansion  fair, 
Hope  assures  I  shall  get  there  : 

But  its  joys  are  not  for  me 

Without  holy  charity  ; 

Give  me  charity — spotless  chanty, 

Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Charity..  ^ 


14S  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  Faith  hath  told  of  bliss  divine, 
Hope  declares  it  shall  be  mine  ; 
Faith  points  on  to  endless  day, 
Hope  attends  me  on  my  way. 

Jesus,  by  thine  agony, 
Faith  and  hope  belong  to  me  ; 
But  for  charity — spotless  charity, 
That  belongs  to  me  and  thee. 

4  Faith  may  fail,  and  -wane  away, 
Charity  can  ne  'er  decay  ; 
Hope  may  gleam  with  feeble  ray, 
Chaiity  knows  no  decay  : 

Loveliest  of  ^1  the  lovely  three 
Still  is  spotless  charity ; 
Give  me  charity-rgive  me  charity. 
Spotless,  stainless  charity. 

107  p.  M 

Vanity  of  Earthly  Things. 

OH  how  cheating,  Oh  how  fleeting. 
Is  our  earthly  being ! 
'Tis  a  mist  in  wintry  weather, 
Gather  'd  in  an  hour  together. 
And  as  soon  dispers  'd  forever. 

2  Oh  how  cheating,  Oh  how  fleeting, 
Are  out  days  departing  ! 
Like  a  deep  and  headlong  river. 
Flowing  onward,  flowing  ever, 
Tarryjng  not,  and  stopping  never. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  149 

3  Oh  lio-w  cheating,  Oh  how  fleeting, 

Are  the  -world's  enjoyments  ; 
All  the  hues  of  change  thej  boiTOw, 
Bright  to-day  and  dark  to-morrow, 
Mingled  lot  of  joy  and  sorrow. 

4  Oh  how  cheating,  Oh  how  fleeting, 

Is  all  earthly  beauty  ! 
Like  summer  flow  'ret  flowing. 
Scatter  'd  by  the  breezes  blowing, 
0  'er  the  bed  on  which  'twas  growing 

5  Oh  how  cheating,  Oh  how  fleeting, 

AJl,  yes  !  all  that 's  earthly  ! 
Everything  is  fading,  flying,  « 

Man  is  mortal,  earth  is  dying. 
Christian  !  live,  on  heaven  relying  ! 


108  4  lis. 

Resigning  all  for  Christ. 

OH  Jesus,  my  Savior!  I  know  thou  art 
mine ; 
For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  earth  I  resign  : 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the 

best ; 
Without  thee  I  'm  wretched,  but  with  thee 
I  'm  blest. 


150  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  The  Spirit  first  taught  me    to  know  I  war. 

blind, 
Then  taught  me  the-  way  of  salvation  to 

find  ; 
For  when  I  was  sinking  in  dreadful  despair. 
My  Savior  received  me  and  bid  me  not  feai". 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel^ ; 
The  language  of  mortals  forever  must  fail ; 
My  Savior  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame ; 
I  'm  raised  into  rapture,  while  praising  his 

name. 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer  ; 
In  sweet  meditation,  he  always  is  near  ; 
My   constant  companion.  Oh  may  we  not 

•    part ! 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  dwells  in  my  heart 

5  If  ever  I  lov  'd,  sure  I  love  thee  my  Lord, 

I  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways  and  thy 

word  ; 
I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  died,  to  redeem  them  from 

woe. 

f'  Sweet  Spirit  attend  me,  till  Jesus  shall  come. 
Protect  and  defend  me,  till  I  am  call  'd  home; 
Tho'  worms  my  poor  body,  may  claim  as 

their  own, 
'Twill  outshine,  when  rising,  the  sun  and 
the  moon. 


CHKISTIAN    SONGSTER.  151 

7  Farewell   my  deai-  brethren,  my  Lord  bids 

me  come, 
Farewell  my  deax  sisters,  I'm  now  going 

homej; 
Bright  angels  ai-e  whispering,  so  sweet  in 

my  ear. 
Away  to  my  Savior  my  spirit  they  '11  bear. 


109  P.M. 

The  House  of  the  Lord. 

TrOU  may  sing  of  the  beauty  of  mountain 
1    and  dale. 
Of  the  silvery  streamlet  and  flowers  of  the 

vale  ; 
But  the  place  most  delightful  this  earth  can 

aflford. 
Is  the  place  of  devotion — the  house  of  the 

Lord. 

2  You  may  boast  of  the  sweetness  of  day's 
early  dawn. 

Of  the  sky's  softening  gi-aces  w^en  day  is 
just  gone  ; 

But  there's  no  other  season  or  time  can  com- 
pare, 

"With  the  hour  of  devotion— the  season  of 
prayer. 


152  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE.  ^ 

3  You  may  value  tiie  friendsliips  of  youth  and 

of  age, 
And  select  for  youi*  comrades  the  noble  and 

sage ; 
But  the  friends  that  most  cheer  me  on  life's 

rugged  road. 
Are  the  friends  of  my  Master — the  children 

of  God. 

4  You  may  talk  of  yov  prospects,  of  fame, 

or  of  wealth, 
And  the  hopes  that  so  flatter  the  favorites 

of  health  ; 
But  the  hope  of  bright  gloiy-^of  heavenly 

bliss, 
Take  away  eyeiy  other,  and  give  me  but 

but  this. 

5  Ever    hail,    blessed   temple,  abode   of   my 

Lord  I 
I  will  turn  to  thee  often,  to  hear  from  his 

word  ; 
I  will  walk  to  thy  altar  with  those  that  I 

love, 
And  delight  in  the  prospects  revealed  from 

above. 


CHEISTIAN    SONGSTER.  153 

110  P.  M.       • 

Angels*  Welcome.  -- 

SAINTS  of  God  1  wliat  glories  meet  ye, 
As,  from  flesh  releas  'd,  ye  fly 
Home  to  heaven,  where  angels  greet  ye, 
With  a  welcome  to  the  sky. 

CHOEUS. 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
Welcome  to  your  home  on  high. 

2  Warriors,  all  your  wars  are  ended. 
All  your  Strife  and  all  your  pain  ; 
Foes  with  which  you  late  contended, 
Grace,  triumphant  grace  hath  slain. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Never  shall  they  harm  again. 

S  Pilgrims,  ye  have  ceased  to  wander  ; 
Many  a  weary  step  ye  trod  ; 
Henceforth  rest  ye,  blazing  yonder 
See  the  glorious  mount  of  God. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
Welcome  to  our  bright  abode. 


154  CHKISTIAN    SOXGSTER. 

4  Mourners,  ye  have  ceased  youi*  sighing, 

All  your  day  of  sorrow's  o'er  ; 
Sickness,  weeping,  pain,  or  dying, 

Te  shall  never  witness  more. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  to  our  happy  hoaae. 

5  T  e  are  not  unknown  in  glory. 

We  have  watch  'd  o  'er  all  your  ways ; 
And  the  saints  who  came  before  ye. 
Ye  shall  greet  in  fond  embrace. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
Welcome  to  this  holy  place. 

6  Welcome  here  to  dwell  forever, 

Wash  'd  in  Jesus'  cleansing  blood  ; 
Xever  shall  ye  wander,  never 

Leave  again  this  blest  abode. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home, ' 
Ever  welcome  saints  of  God  ! 


Ill 


L.  M. 


SIN'jS'ERS,  perhaps  this  news  to  you 
May  have  no  weight,  although  so  true 
The  carnal  pleasures  of  the  earth 
Cast  off  the  thoughts  and  fears  of  death. 


CHRISTIAN    S0NGS1?EE.  155 

2  The  aged  sinner  will  not  turn — 
His  heart's  so  hard  he  cannot  mourn, 
Mncli  harder  than  a  flinty  rock — 
He  will  not  turn  though  Jesus  knock. 

3  The  blooming  youth,  all  in  their  prime. 
Are  counting  out  their  length  of  time  ; 
They  ofttimes  say  'tis  their  intent, 
When  they  get  old  they  will  repent. 

4  But,  oh  I  the  sad  and  awful  state 

Of  those  who  stay  and  come  too  late : 
The  foolish  virgins — they  began 
To  knock,  but  could  not  enter  in. 

5  Then,  parents,  take  a  solemn  view. 
Of  your  dear  children,  dear  to  you  ; 
How  can  you  bear  to  hear  them  ciy. 
And  fault  you  with  their  misery  ? 

6  When  Christ,  the  Lord  shall  come  again, 
In  solemn  pomp  and  burning  flame. 
Say,  Gabriel,  go  proclaim  the  sound, 

"  Awake  ye  nations  under  ground." 

7  Oh  !  how  will  parents  tremble  then. 
Who  raised  their  children  without  prayer  ? 
Methinks  they  '11  hear  their  children  say, 

"  I  never  heard  my  parents  pray." 


156  CHRISTIAIf    BONGSTER. 

8  Good  Lord,  what  groans,  what  bitter  cries, 
What  thunder  rolling  through  the  skies  I 
Poor  sinners  sihk  in  dark  despair, 
"While  saints  are  shouting  through  the  air 

112  8,  5,  7,  5,  5,  7,  5,  4. 

I  HAVE  sought  round  this  verdant  earth, 
For  unfading  joys  ; 
I  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth, 
But  all  all  will  cloy. 
Lord,  bestow  on  me 
Grace  to  set  mj  spirit  free. 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be. 
Mine,  mine  the  joy. 

2  I  have  wander 'd  in  mazes  dark, 

Of  doubt  and  distress  ; 
I  have  had  not  a  kindling  spark. 

My  spirit  to  bless  ; 
Cheerless  unbelief 

Fill  'd  my  wavering  soul  with  grief ;      ^ 
What  shall  give  relief  ? 

What  shall  give  peace  ? 

3  I  then  turn  'd  to  thy  gospel  Lord, 

From  folly  away  ; 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word, 
Which  taught  me  to  pray. 


CHRISTIAN    80?rG3TER.  157 

There  I  found  releaise, 
Weary  spirit  here  found  rest, 
Hope  of  endless  bliss. 
Eternal  day. 

4  I  will  praise  now  my  heavenly  King, 
I'll  praise  and  adore  ; 
The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring 
To  thee,  God  of  power, 
And  in  heaven  above, 
Saved  by  thy  redeeming  love. 
Loud  the  strain  shall  move, 
Forever  more. 


113  12,  8,  4,  8,  8,  6,  5. 

Invitation. 

OCOME,  come  away  from  sin,  that  dread- 
ful monster, 
Let  Christ  awhile  upon  you  smile  j 

0  come,  come  away. 
0  come  and  taste  redeeming  love. 
And  then  his  truth  and  friendship  prove. 
And  onward  sweetly  move  ; 
0  come,  come  away. 

2  From  death  and  the  curse  in  which  you  now 
are  sinking, 
Redeeming  love  will  you  remove  j 
0  come,  come  away. 


168  CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTER. 

0  come  along  and  join  our  throng. 
And  with  us  sing  this  cheering  song. 
And  heav  'n  shall  be  your  home  ; 
0  come,  come  away. 

3  While  watchmen  are  standing  on  the  "walls 

of  Zion," 
Inviting  you  to  join  in  too  ; 

0  come,  come  away. 
0,  will  you  still  refuse  the  call, 
And  into  misery  blindly  fall, 
And  drink  that  burning  gall  ? 

O  come,  come  away. 

4  The  bright  mom   of   youth  will  soon  be 

gone  forever. 
Its  morning  light  may  set  at  night ; 

O  come,  come  away. 
0  come,  while  youth  is  in  its  prime. 
And  seek  redeeming  love  divine, 
And  in  Christ's  army  shine  ; 
0  come,  come  away. 

5  When  free  from  this  world  of  sorrow  and 

temptation, 
We  '11  sail  above  on  wings  of  love  ; 

0  come,  come  away. 
And  while  angelic  armies  sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 
We  '11  praise  our  eternal  King  ; 

0  come,  come  away. 


CHRISTIAN    eONGSTEKr  159 

114  10,6,10,6,8,8,8,6. 

All  is  Well. 
1  yHAT'S  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon 
VV  my  frame  ? 

Is  it  death  ?    Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon   will  quench,   will  quench   this 
vital  flame  ! 

Is  it  death?     Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  soitow  free  ! 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see  ! 
All  is  weU,  all  is  well  ! 

2  Weep  not  for  me,  my  friends,  weep  not  f(Mr 

me  : 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 
My  sins  are  pardon  'd — pardon  'd,  I  am  free  I 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Savior  from  my  eyes  : 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies ! 

All  is  well,  all  is  well  I 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saintfi 

in  glory  1 

All  IS  well,  all  is  well ! 
I  will  rehearse,  reheai-se  the  pleasing  story  : 
All  is  well,  aU  is  well  1 


160  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Briglit  angels  are  from  glory  come. 
They  're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room; 
They  -wait  to  "waft  my  spirit  home  ! 
All  is  well,  all  is  -well ! 

4  Hark  !  Hark  1  my  Lord,  my  Ix)rd  and  Mas- 

ter calls  me  ; 

All  is  -well,  all  is  -well ! 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory  ! 

All  is  -well,  all  is  v^eD. ! 
Farewell  my  friends — adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you  ; 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view  ; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well  I 

5  Hail !    hail !    all  hail,  all  hail,  ye  blood- 

wash  'd  throng, 

Sav  'd  by  grace,  sav  'd  by  grace ! 
I  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapt  'rous  song, 

Sav  'd  by  grace,  sav  'd  by  grace  I 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heav  'n  and  glory  now  aje  mine ! 
All  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb  1 

All  is  well,  all  is  well  I 

115  6,  4,  6,  5,  5,  5,  5,  5. 

The  Tender  Farewell. 

PEACEFULLY,  tenderly, 
Here  as  we  part. 
The  farewell  that  lingers 


Be  breathed  from  the  heart* 


m 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  161 

ITo  place  more  fitting, 

0  house  of  the  Lord — 
Here  be  it  spoken. 

That  last  prayerful  -word. 

2  Thoughtfully,  cai'efully, 

Solemn  and  slow ! 
Tears  are  bedewing 

The  path  that  "we  go  : 
Perils  before  us. 

We  know  not  the  way — 
Kindly  and  safely, 

0  Lord,  lead  the  way. 

3  Upwardly,  steadfastly. 

Gaze  on  that  brow  ; 
Jesus  our  Leader, 

Eeigns  conqueror  now. 
His  steps  let  us  follow. 

His  sufferings  dare, 
Go  up  to  glory, 

His  blessedness  share. 

4  Patiently,  cheerfully. 

Up,  and  depart 
To  labor  and  duty 

"With  undismay  'd  heart. 
The  ransom  'd,  with  gladness. 

To  Zion  we  '11  bring. 
Shouting  salvation  r 

To  Jesus  oyjr  King.  y 

11 


163  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

116  6,  6,  8,  6,  7,  7,  3,  3,  6,  6. 

Dawn  of  the  Millennium 

ORN"  of  Zion's  glory — 
Brifl;litly  thou  ai't  breaking, 

Holy  joy,  the  light  is  -w^aking. 
Mom  of  Zion's  glory. 

Ancient  saints  foretold  tnee  : 


M 


How  vast  the  work  before  thee 

Far  and  wide. 

See  tliem  glide, 
Streams  of  rich  salvation. 
Flow  to  every  nation. 

2  Morn  of  Zion's  glory — 
Every  human  dwelling 

With  thy  notes  of  joy  is  swelling  , 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Distant  hills  are  ringing. 
Echo  'd  voices  sweet  are  singing  ; 
Haste  thee  on 
Like  the  sun. 
Paths  of  splendor  tracing, 
Heathen  midnight  chasing. 

3  Mom  of  Zion's  glory. 
Now  the  night  is  riven  ; 

Now  the  star  is  high  in  heaven  ; 
Mom  of  Zion's  glory. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  163 

Joyful  hearts  are  bor.nding, 
Hallelujahs  sounding  ; 

Peace  -with  men 

D-wells  again ; 
Jesus  reigns  forever! 
Jesus  reigns  forever ! 


117  10s,  5s,  <fe  lis. 

COME  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
Eoll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear! 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill. 

And  our  talents  improve. 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of 
love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream. 

Glides  swiftly  away  ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  ; 
The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  0  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may 

say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finish  'd  "the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do  I " 


]r4  iTrrr>TT.\N    SONGSTER. 

0  that  eacli  from  a  is  Lord  maj  receive  tlie 

glad  "^ord. 

"Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joj,  -lad  set  do^wn  on  my 

throne." 

118  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  8,  6. 

WiU  you   Go  ? 

¥E  'RE  trav  'ling  home  to  heaven  above  ! 
"Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Savior's  dying  love  ! 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Our  sun  will  then  no  more  go  down  ; 
Our  morn  no  more  will  be  withdrawn, 
Our  days  of  mourning  past  and  gone  1 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

2  We  're  going  to  reap  the  great  reward. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Which  Christ  m  heav  'n  for  us  prepar'd  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
A  rich  supply  of  milk  and  wine, 
And  everlasting  jovs  divine. 
And  robes  that  will  the  sun  outshine  ! 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

3  We  're  going  to  strike  the  golden  lyre ! 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
And  shout  in  strains  of  heavenly  fire ! 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  165 

We  '11  sing  of  Gods  redeeming  grace, 
And  see  our  Savior  face  to  face. 
And  evermore  we  '11  shout  his  praise  1 
"Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

4  We  're  going  to  walk  in  plains  of  "light  I 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Where  perfect  day  excludes  the  night  1 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
And  crowns  of  ^loiy  we  shall  wear, 
And  palms  of  vict  'ly  ever  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  share  1 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

5  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all  I 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small  I 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Come,  now  resolve — give  Christ  your  heart, 
From  every  evil  to  depart, 
And  now  for  gloiy  make  a  start  I 


0  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say  I 

I  will  go,  I  will  go  : 

1  '11  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way  ! 

Let  me  go,  let  me  go  ! 
My  young  companions  fare  you  well ; 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell ! 
I  mean  with  Christ  in  heaven  to  dwell  1 

•Let  me  go,  let  me  go  ! 


16S  CITRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

119  6,  5,  6,  5. 

The  Resurrection. 

THE  last  lovely  morning, 
All  blooming  and  fair. 
Is  fast  on-ward  fleeting. 
And  soon  will  appear. 

CHOEUS. 

While  the  mighty,  mighty,  mighty  trump 

Sounds,  come,  oome  away  ; 

0  let  us  be  ready  to  meet  tlie  glad  day. 

2  And  when  the  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shall  come, 
Our  teai-s  will  cease  flowing, 
Our  S01T0W8  be  gone. 
While  the  mighty,  &c. 

3  The  bridegroom  from  gloiy 

To  earth  shall  decend  ; 
Ten  thousand  bright  angels 
Around  him  attend. 
While  the  mighty,  <fec. 

4  The  graves  will  be  open  'd, 

The  dead  shall  aiise  ; 
And  with  the  Redeemer, 
Mount  up  to  the  skies. 
While  the  mighty,  (fee. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  Ig? 

5  The  saints  then  immortal 
In  glory  shall  rei^. 
The  bride  with  the  bridegroom 
Forever  remain. 

While  the  mighty,  &c. 

120 

"Shed  not  a    Tear.'* 

SHED  not  a  tear  o  'er  your  friend's  early 
bier, 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone  : 
Smile  wJien  the  slow-tolling  bell  you  shall 
hear, 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  round  my 

grave  ,• 
Think  who  has  died,  his  beloved  to  save  ; 
Think  of  tlie  crown  all  the  ransom  'd  shall 
have. 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  a  tree  which  may  wave  over  me, 
When  I  am  gone— I  am  gone  :• 
Sing  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see, 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day  ; 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  ling  'ring 

ray; 
Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  pa^s  'd  away, 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 


16S  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  Plant  ye  a  rose  that  may  bloom  o  'er  my  bed, 

When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone  ; 

Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blest  early  dead. 

When  I  am  gone — I  a  gone  : 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  1  am  freed  from  all 

care  ; 
Serve  ye  the  Lord  that  my  bliss  you  may  share; 
Look  np  on  high  and  believe  I  am  there. 
When  I  am  gone — ^I  am  gone. 

121  P.M.    11,12,12,12. 

Last  Trumpet  and  Judgment  Scene. 

THE  chariot  1  the  chariot  I  its  wheels  roll 
in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of 

his  ire  ; 
Lo,  self-moving,  it  drives  on  the  pathway 

of  cloud, 
And  the  heav  'ns  with  the  burden  of  God- 
head are  bow  'd. 

2  The  glory  !  the  gloiy  around  him  is  pour'd  I 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord, 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs 

are  there, 
And  there  all  who  the    palm -wreaths  of 

victory  weai-. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  169 

8  Tke  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  tlie  dead  have 

all  heard ! 
Lo !  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover  'd  chamel 

are.stiiT'd  ; 
From  the  sea,  from  the  eaiih,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north. 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come 

forth. 

4  The  judgment !  the  judgment !  the  thrones 

are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  eldere 

are  met  ; 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom    of   eternity  hangs  on  his 

word. 

5  Oh  mercy!    oh  mercy!    look    down    from 

above. 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love  ; 
When  beneath,  to  their  darkness,  the  wicked 

are  driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in 

heaven. 


170  CHRISTIAX    SONGSTEK. 

122  P.  M.    Am.— "Old  Folks  at  Home."  . 
The  Christian's  Home. 

FAR,  far  beyond  the  s-welling  river. 
Where  Jesus  dwells ; 
Where  angel-hai-ps  ai'e  ringing  ever, 

The  heart  with  raptm-e  swells  ; 
Where  bright  the  tree  of  life  is  glowing  ; 

Where  ills  ne  'er  come  ; 
Where  life's  pure  waters,  ever  flowing. 

Gladden  the  christian's  home  ; 
There,  0  there's  my  habitation. 

There  among  the  blest  ; 
There,  there  the  God  of  my  salvation 

Will  give  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Bright,  bright  in  yonder  four-square  city  ; 

Ransom  'd  I  '11  sing, 
Sav  'd  through  His  wond  'rous  love  and  pity. 

Glory  to  my  Savior  King. 
There  Calv  'ry's  bloody  ensign  flying. 

Pleading  for  me. 
Tells  that  my  blessed  Savior,  dying, 

Purchas  'd  my  liberty. 
There,  0  there's  my  habitation, 

There  among  the  blest ; 
There,  there  the  God  of  my  salvation. 

Will  give  my  spirit  rest. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  171 

123  p.  M.    8,7,8,7,7,7. 

The  Precious  Bible, 

PRECIOUS  Bible,  what  a  treasure 
Doth  the  word  of  God  afford  ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure. 

Food  or  med  'cine,  shield  or  sword  : 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor. 
Having  this  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  this  world's  a  stranger. 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys  : 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger. 

Though  it  fill,  it  never  cloys  : 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed. 
Having  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

3  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly. 

Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind  ; 
Cordial  to  relieve  me  quickly. 

Healing  med  *cine  here  I  nnd  : 
To  the  promises  I  flee. 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  ; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield  : 
While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure. 
From  his  malice  I  'm  secure. 


172  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

5  Vain  liis  threate  to  overcome  me, 

When  I  wield  the  Spirit's  sword  ; 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 

Satan  trembles  at  the  word  : 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made. 
Keen  the  edge  and  strong  the  blade, 

6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser. 

Doting  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be  wiser, 

I  'm  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor  I 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word. 
Food  and  med  'cinep  shield  and  sword. 

124  c.  M. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Little  Child. 

AWAKE  mj  soul,  and  hear  the  sigh. 
Of  those  who  mourn  to-day  ! 
Let  tears  distill  from  every  eye. 
And  every  mourner  pray. 

2  No  more  the  smiling  babe  is  seen, 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  1 
The  tender  plant  so  fresh  and  green. 
Has  met  its  final  doom. 

3  The  golden  bowl  by  death  is  broke. 

The  pitcher's  burst  in  twain  ; 
The  cistern  wheel  has  felt  the  stroke. 
The  pleasant  child  is  slain. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE,  173 

i  The  winding  sheet  now  binds  its  limbs. 
The  coffin  holds  them  fast  ; 
To-day  it 's  seen  by  all  its  friends, 
But  this  must  bo  the  last. 

5  Until  the  Lord  from  heaven  shall  come, 
To  judge  the  great  and  small ; 
And  you  and  I  before  him  stand, 
And  at  his  presence  fall, 

125  p.  M.    4  lis. 

Lines  composed  by  Rev.  John  Ceum,  near  the 
close  of  Ms  Life. 

I  lore  my  dear  Jesus,  I  love  him  as  Lord  ; 
I  love  him  as  Savior,  I  love  him  as  God  ; 
I  love  him  as  Prophet,  as  Priest,  and  as  King, 
Therefore,  his  sweet  praises  forever  1 11  sing. 

U  I  want  none  but  Jesus,  in  sorrow  and  woe  ; 
I  want  none  but  Jesus,  when  I  leave  here 

below, 
I  want  none  but  Jesus,  when  this  body  shall 

rise ; 
I  want  none  but  Jesus,  in  yonder  bright 

skies, 

3  I  want  none  but  Jesus,  when  the  trumpet 
shall  sound  ; 
And  the  dead  shall  all  rise,  that  sleep  under 
ground ; 


174  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

J  "want  none  but  Jesus  in  tlie  judgment  day  , 
I  want  none  but  Jesus  through  all  eternity 

4  0  Jesus  my  Savior,  ipy  Priest,  and  my  King; 
Dear  brethren  do  help  me  his  praises  to  sing; 
To  sing  of  sweet  Jesus,  while  we're  here 

below. 
And  shout  and  sing  of  glory  -as  homeward 
we  go. 


126  c.  M. 

Redemption. 

JESUS  1  thy  love  shall  we  forget ; 
And  never  bring  to  mind, 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find. 

CHORUS. 

Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee  ; 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid, 

Thine  shall  the  glory  be. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 
Thv  fasting  and  thy  pray  'r ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  we 
To»save  us  from  despair. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  175 

3  Gethsemane  can  we  forget, 

Thy  struggling  agony — 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 

4  Can  we  the  platted  crown  forget. 

The  buffeting  and  shame, 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset. 
And  earth  revil  'd  thy  name  ? 

5  The  nails — the  speai* — can  we  forget ; 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"  My  God  !  rav  Father  !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die?" 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  he,  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 


127  S.  M. 

Repentance.  ■ 

IF  Jesus  Christ  was  sent. 
To  save  us  from  our  sin. 
And  kindly  teach  us  to  repent> 
We  should  at  once  begin. 


176  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  He  says  he  loves  to  see, 

A  broken  liearted  one  ; 
He  loves  that  sinners,  such  as  we. 
Should  mourn  for  what  "we  've  done. 

3  'Tis  not  enough  to  say, 

"We  're  sorry,  and  repent, 
Yet  still  go  on  from  day  to  day. 
Just  as  we  always  went. 

4  Repentance,  is  to  leave 

The  sins  we  lov  'd  before, 
And  show  that  we  in  earnest  grieve, 
By  doing  so  no  more. 

5  Lord  make  us  thus  sincere, 

To  watch  as  well  as  pray  ; 
However  small,  however  dear, 
Take  all  our  sins  away. 

6  And  since  the  Savior  came, 

To  make  us  turn  from  sin, 
"With  holy  grief  and  humble  shame, 
We  would  at  once  begin. 

128  C.  M. 

The  Christian  Pilgrim  and  Old  Apolyon 

COME  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear, 
"VV''ho  're  bound  for  Canaan's  land. 
Take  courage  and  fight  valiantly. 
Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand. 


CHRISTIAN    SO::^GSTEK, 

Our  Captain  he  has  gone  before, 

Our  Father's  only  Son  ; 
Then  pilgrims  dear,  do  not  fear. 

But  let  us  follow  on. 

2  Through  a  dark  howling  wilderness. 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  ; 
A  land  of  pits,  and  snares,  and  death  ; 

Where  chilling  winds  do  roar  ; 
But  Jesus  will  go  through  with  us. 

And  guard  us  by  the  way  ; 
Though  enemies  examine  us. 

He'll  tell  us  what  to  say. 

APOLYON. 

3  Good  morning,  brother  traveler, 

Pray  tell  to  me  your  name  ; 
And  whither  you  are  traveling  to  ; 
Likewise  from  whence  you  came. 

PILGRIM. 

My  name  it  is  bold  pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound  ; 
I  am  from  the  howling  wilderness. 

And  the  enchanted  ground. 

APOLTON. 

4  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head, 

That  shines  so  cle^r  and  bright  ? 
Likewise  the  coveri-jg  of  your  breast 
So  dazzling  to  my  sight  ? 
12  . 


1  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

"'.rhat  kind  of  shoes  are  those  you  ■w^ear, 
On  Tvhich  you  boldly  stand  ? 

Likewise  the  shining  instrument, 
You  hold  in  your  right  hand  ? 


5  With  glOiiDus  hope  upon  my  head, 

And  on  my  breast  a  shield. 
With  this  bright  sword  I  vae^n  to  fight. 

Until  I  win  the  field. 
My  feet  axe  shod  with  gospel  peaos. 

On  which  I  boldly  stand  ; 
I  mean  to  fight  until  I  die. 

To  gain  fair  Canaan's  land. 

APOLYON. 

6  You  'd  better  stay  with  me  young  man, 

And  give  your  journey  o  'er  ; 
Your  Captain  now  is  out  of  sight. 

His  face  you  '11  see  no  more. 
My  name  is  old  Apolyon, 

This  land  belongs  to  me  ; 
And  for  your  arms,  and  pilgrim's  dress, 

1 11  give  it  all  to  thee. 

7  "  Oh  no  !  "  replies  the  pilgrim  bold^ 

"  Your  offer  I  disdain  ; 
A  glittering  crown  of  righteousness, 
I  shortlv  shall  obtain  ; 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  179 

If  I  continue  faithful  to 

My  blessed  Lord's  command, 
I  shall  be  heir  -with  him  above, 

Of  Canaan's  fruitful  land." 

8  The  pleasant  fields  of  Canaan, 

How  beauteous  to  behold  ! 
The  valleys  clad  in  living  green, 

The  mountains  ting'd  with  gold ! 
The  ti'ees  of  life  with  heavenly  fruit. 

Behold  how  rich  they  stand  ! 
Blow  gentle  gales,  and  bear  my  soul 

Away  to  Canaan's  land. 


129 


p.  M. 


OTHOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight,  _ 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  hj  day,  and  my  song  in  the 
night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ; 
For -why  in  the  valley   of  death   should  I 
weep. 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 


150  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER, 

2  0  why  should  I  -wander  an  alien  from  tie^ 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

Or  where  with  his  flocks  he  has  gone  ? 

3  This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine. 

His  vestments  §hed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown  'd. 
The  roses  of  sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow. 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams. 
On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence 
glow, 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

4  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet. 

Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death  ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet. 

And  the  air  is  perfum  'd  with  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  whifch    their    salvation  the   Gentilc-J 
shall  know. 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face.- 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  181 

5  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids  and  scatters  delight. 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubims  vail  in  his  sight. 

And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 
Fe  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  -wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice. 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 


130 


P.M.    7,6,7,6,7,6,7,6. 

THERE  is  a  holy  city, 
A  happy  world  above. 
Beyond  the  staiTy  regions. 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  ; 
An  everlasting  temple. 

And  saints  array  'd  in  white. 

They  serve  the  great  Redeemer, 

And  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

It  is  no  world  of  trouble, 

The  God  of  peace  is  there. 
He  wipes  away  their  sorrows. 

And  banishes  their  care  ; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasmg. 

Their  songs  are  ever  new. 
They  praise  th'  eternal  Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 


182  CHBISTIAiJ    SONGSTER. 

3  The  meanest  child  in  glory, 

Out-shines  the  radiant  sun, 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendor. 

Of  that  eternal  throne. 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  God-like  majesty  ? 
The  elders  fall  before  him. 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

4  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows, 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar. 
Condemn  'd  by  haughty  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war  ? 
He  seems  a  mighty  conqu  'ror. 

Who  spoil  'd  the  powers  below, 
And  ransom  'd  many  captives, 

From  everlasting  woe. 

5  The  hosts  of  sin  around  him, 

Proclaim  his  works  of  gimce  , 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets. 

And  all  the  godly  race  ; 
Who  speak  of  iiery  trials, 

And  tortures  on  their  way ; 
They  came  from  tribulation. 

To  everlasting  day. 

6  Now  with  a  holy  transport, 

They  tell  their  suff  ^rings  o  'er. 
Their  tears  and  their  temptations, 
And  all  the  pains  they  bore  ; 


131 


CHRLSTIAX    SONGSTER  183 

Thej  turn  and  bow  to  Jesus, 

Who  gain  'd  their  liberty  ; 
Amid  the  fiercest  dangers, 

Our  lives  are  hid  in  thee. 

And  what  shall  be  our  journey, 

How  long  we  '11  stay  below. 
Or  what  shall  be  our  ti-ials. 

Are  not  for  us  to  know  ; 
In  eveiy  day  of  trouble, 

"We  '11  raise  our  thoughts  on  high  ; 
And  think  of  the  bright  temple, 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 


P.  M. 


SAW  ye  my  Savior  ? 
Saw  ye  my  Savior  ? 
Saw  ye  my  Savior  and  God  ? 
Oh  !  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me. 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood 


He  was  extended  ! 
He  was  extended  ! 
Shamefully  nail  'd  to  the  tree, 

Oh  I  he  bowed  his  head  and  died  I 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified. 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 


184  CHRISTIAX    SOXGJ?TER. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding  ! 
Jesus  hung  bleeding  ! 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ; 

Oh  !  the  sun  refus  'd  to  shine. 

When  his  majesty  divine, 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed  ! 
Darkness  prevailed  ! 

Darkness  prevail  'd  o  'er  the  land  ; 
Oh  !  the  solid  rocks  -were  rent, 
Thr*ugh  creation's  vast  extent, 

When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

5  When  it  was  finish  'd. 
When  it  was  finish  'd, 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great. 
And  embalm  'd  in  spices  sweet. 

And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Savior  ! 
Hail,  mighty  Savior  ! 

Prince  and  the  author  of  peace  ; 
Oh  !  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant  through  the  earth, 

He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss 

7  JSTow  interceding  ! 
Now  interceding  ! 


CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTER.  185 

Pleading  that  sinners  might  live  ; 

Crying,  Father,  I  have  died  ! 

Oh,  behold  my  hands  and  side. 
To  redeem  them — I  pray  thee  forgive. 

I  will  forgive  them , 
I  will  forgive  them, 
If  they  '11  repent  and  believe  ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  me, 
And  be  reconcil  'd  to  thee. 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


132  p.  M.    8,  7,  8,  7. 

SAVIOR  visit  thy  plantation. 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Lest  thou  visit  us  ao-ain. 


OHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us,  Lord,  revive  us. 
Lord,  revive  thy  work  in  me  ; 

Lord,  revive  us,  0,  revive  us, 

All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
Lest,  for  want  of  tlune  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 


186  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish  'd, 

Eveiy  plant  look  'd  gay  and  ^reen  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish  'd 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

4  But  the  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed — 
i-elp  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ? 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars. 
Bright  examples  for  our  youth. 

6  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

"We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants— the  sight  how  pleasant 

Cover  'a  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
But  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frosts  have  nipp  'd  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearest  Savior,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  the  bloom  again  ; 

Eermit  them  not  to  wither, 
et  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  IS"* 

9  Let  mutual  love  be  fervant. 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteem  'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  tiiis  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 


133  P.  M.     8,  8,  8,  8,  7.    . 

COME  saints  and  sinners  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 
Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burn  in  s'  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell. 
And  gave  me  heavpnly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high. 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie  ; 

He  look  'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye. 
And  said  to  me  as  lie  pa>s  'd  by, 
"  With.  God  you  have  no  union." 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry  ; 

I  look  'd  this  way  and  that  to  tiy  ; 
It  grieved  me  sore  that  I  must  die  ; 
I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy; 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 


188  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE. 

4  But  •when  I  liated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in 
And  Tvilh  his  blood  he  wash  'd  me  CxCan  ; 
And,  Oh  !  wli^t  seasons  I  have  seen. 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 

r>  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 
I  always  found  something  to  say, 
About  this  heavenly  unio^;!. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union, 

7  Oh  come,  backsliders,  come  away, 
xVnd  mind  to  do  as  well  as  say, 
And  leai-n  to  watch  as  well  as  pray. 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day. 

And  then  you  '11  feel  this  union. 

8  We  S0071  shall  leave  all  things  below. 
And  quit  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe. 
And  then  to  glory  we  will  go, 

Vf'^here  we  shall  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  189 


134       P.  M.    7,  6, 1,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6. 

COME  all  ye  weary  travelers, 
Come  let  us  join  and  sing, 
The  everlasting  praises, 

Of  Jesus  Christ  our  King  ; 
"We  've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome  it  is  true  ; 
But  see  ho^v  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

2  At  first  when  Jesus  found  us. 

He  call  'd  us  unto  him  ; 
And  pointed  out  the  dangers, 

Of  falling  into  sin  ; 
The  -world,  the  flesh,  and  satan, 

Will  prove  a  fatal  snare. 
Unless  we  do  reject  them. 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

3  But  by  our  disobedience, 

"With  sorrow  we  confess, 
"We  've  had  too  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness  ; 
"Where  we  might  soon  have  fainted. 

On  that  enchanted  ground, 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 
•      Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 


190  CHRISTIAN    SONXSTER. 

4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan, 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace  ; 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  faith  and  love  increase. 
Confess  your  Lord  and  Master, 

And  run  at  his  command  ; 
And  hasten  on  your  journey, 

Up  to  the  promis  'd  land. 

5  In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We  now  ai*e  going  on 
The  pleasant  -^ay  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone  ; 
In  peace  and  consolation 

We  're  going  to  rejoice. 
And  Jesus  and  his  people, 

Forever  be  our  choice. 


135  p.  M. 

The  Wondrous  Love  of  God. 

WHAT  wondrous  love  is  this, 
0  ray  soul,  0  my  soul ! 
Y\'hat  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul ! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this. 
That  cans  'd  the  Lord  of  bliss, 
To  send  his  precious  peace 
To  my  soul,  to  my  soul,  ^n 

To  send  his  precious  peace  to  my  soulT 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  l9l 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down 
In  despair,  in  despair  ; 

When  I  was  sinking  down  in  despair, 

When  I  was  sinking  down. 

Beneath  God's  righteous  frown, 

Christ  laid  aside  bis  crown. 

For  my  soul,  for  my  soul, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul. 

3  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 
Join  his  praise,  join  his  praise. 

Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  join  his  praise, 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 
With  hearts  and  voices  sing. 
And  strike  each  trumpet  string, 
In  his  praise,  in  his  praise, 

And  strike  each  trumpet  string  in  his  praise. 

4  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb, 
I  will  sing,  I  will  sing. 

To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing. 

To  God  and  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  is  the  great  I  Am  I 

While  millions  join  the  theme, 

I  will  sing,  I  will  sing. 
While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing. 

5  And  when  from  death  I  'm  free, 
(^  '11  sing  on,  I  '11  sing  on, 

And  when  from  death  I  'm  free,  I  '11  sing  on, 


192  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

And  when  from  death  I  'm  free, 
I  '11  sing  and  joyful  be, 
And  through  all  eternity, 
I  '11  sing  on,  I  '11  sing  on, 
And  throngh  all  eternity  I  '11  sing  on. 

136  p.  M. 

I'm  a  Pilgrim. 

I'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tairy  but  a  night ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going, 
Vrhere  living  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 

CHORUS. 

I  'tn  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  taiTy,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There's  the  city,  to  which  I  journey. 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light  ; 
There's  no  more  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying. 

I  'ra  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

3  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining ; 

Oh,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there  : 
Here  in  this  vain  world,  so  lone  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wander  'd  forlorn  and  weary. 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ^ 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  taiTy  but  a  night. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER  l93 

4  Father  mother,  sister,  and  brother, 

If  you  will  not  journey  with  me,  I  must  go, 
For  if  a  vain  hope,  you  still  will  cherish, 
I  cannot  linger,  and  with  you  perish. 

I  *ra  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ; 

I  can  taiTy,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

5  Farewell  neighbors,  with  tears  I  've  warn  'd 

you ;  • 

I  must  leave  you,  I  must  leave  you  and  be 

gone  ; 
With  this  your  portion,  your  heart's  desire, 
Why  will  you  perish  in  endless  fire  ? 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tany  but  a  night. 

6  Farewell  dreary  earth,  by  sin  so  blighted. 
In  immortal  beauty,  thou  shalt  be  renew  'd  ; 
For  he  who  form'd  thee,  will  soon  restore 

thee. 
And  then  thy  dread  cur^e  shall  neyer  more 

be. 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tany  but  a  night 

137  P.  M.     9,  9,  12,  9. 

"  What  a  Mercy  I  " 

WHAT  a  mercy,  a  mercy  is  this  ! 
What  a  mercy  a  mercy  is  this  1 
What  a  mercy  is  this !  what  a  heaven  of  bliss  1 
If  the  Savior  is  found  in  my  heart. 
13 


194  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  Yf hat  will,  Oh,  \rliat  will  become  of  me  t 
What  -will,  Oh,  what  will  become  of  me  t 

What  will  become  of  me,  if  death  approaches 
me, 
And  the  Savior  's  not  found  in  my  heartl 

3  'Tis  awful,  'tis  awful  to  relate, 
'Tis  awful,  'tis  awful  to  relate, 

'Tis  awful  to  relate,  if  death  'should  be  my 
fate. 
And  the  Savior  's  not  found  in  my  heart 

4  But  welcome  !  0  welcome  death  to  me  I 
But  welcome  !  0  welcome  death  to  me  ! 

But  welcome  death  to  me,  if  Christ  should 
set  me  free. 
And  the  Savior  be  found  in  my  heart. 

5  Then  adieu,  friends,  adieu  to  you  all, 
Then  adieu,  friends,  adieu  to  you  all. 

Then  adieu  to  you  all,  my  dear  Savior  doth 
call, 
And  has  promis  'd  to  dwell  in  my  heart 

6  Adieu  to  afflictions  and  pain. 
Adieu  to  afflictions  and  pain. 

Adieu  to  all  pain,  for  dying  is  my  gain. 
If  the  Savior  is  found  in  my  heart. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  195 

t      How  reviving  and  cheering  to  my  mind. 
How  reviving  and  cheering  to  my  mind. 
How  cheering  to  my  mind,  and  the  friends  I 
leave  behind. 
If  the  Savior  is  found  in  my  heart. 

8      But  we  hope,  0  we  hope  soon  to  meet. 
But  we  hope,  0  we  hope  soon  to  meet. 
But  we  hope  soon  to  meet,  and  worship  at 
his  feet, 
And  ne  'er  more  from  the  Savior  depart 

138  p.  M.     5,  5,  9. 

Air. — 'Midst  Sorrow  and  Care. 

The  True  Friend. 
9"]V/riDST  sorrow  and  care, 
JjJL  There  is  one  that  is  near. 
And  ever  delights  to  relieve  us. 

2  'Tis  Jesus  our  friend. 
On  whom  we  depend. 

For  life  and  all  its  rich  blessings. 

3  When  trouble  assails, 
His  love  never  fails, 

He  meets  us  with  sweet  consolation, 

4  His  bounties  are  free. 
He  hears  every  plea. 

And  welcomes  the  cry  of  the  needy. 


19€  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

5  Blest  mansion  above, 
Prepar  'd  by  his  love, 

And  waiting  at  last  to  receive  us. 

6  My  Savioi-  and  friend, 
On  whom  I  depend, 

Mj  heart  shall  forever  adore  thee. 


139        p.  M.     8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7. 
Am. — Abba. 
The   Annunciation. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices. 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 
Hear  them  tell  the  wond  'rous  story, 
Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high." 

2  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven. 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
"  Souls  redeem  d  and  sins  forgiven," 

Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 
Christ  is  born  the  great  anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  ; 
Oh  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  197 

3  Haste,  ye  mortals  to  adore  him, 

Leavn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heav  'n  ye  sing  before  him, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 
Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heav  'n  ye  sing  before  him. 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

140        p.  M.    7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6. 
Drooping  Souls  Encouraged. 

DROOPING  souls  no  longer  grieve, 
Heaven  is  propitious, 
If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 

Yoa  will  find  him  precious  ; 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 
Calls  the  mourners  to  him  ; 
^       He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
0  !  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 

Flow's  the  healing  fountain  ; 
See  the  swelling  cleansing  tide 

Boundless  as  the  ocean  ; 
See  the  living  waters  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying  ; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love. 

Or  to  perish  trying. 


198  CHRISTIAN    SOXCSTER, 

3  Gospel  grace  is  always  free. 

Drooping  souk  to  gladden  ; 
Jesus  says,  "  Come  unto  me, 

"Weary,  heav^  laden," 
Though  your  sms  like  mountains  high. 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven  ; 
Yet  if  you  on  him  rely. 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 

I  will  go  and  prove  him  ; 
If  he  takes  my  sins  away. 

Surely  I  will  love  him. 
Tes,  I  see  the  Father  smile. 

Smiling  moves  my  burden  ; 
All  is  grace  for  I  am  vile, 

Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

5  Streams  of  mercy  freely  flow. 

Surely  now  I  feel  it  ; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

0  !  could  I  reveal  it ! 
Jesus'  blood  has  heal  'd  luy  wound, 

0  !  the  woud  'rous  Florj  ! 
I  was  lost,  but  now  I  'ra  found. 

Glory,  glory,  grory  I 

6  Glory  to  my  Savior's  name. 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him  ; 
Mourners  you  may  do  the  same. 
Only  come  and  prove  him 


:;nRisTiAH  soxusisx.  199 

Hasten  to  tlie  Savior's  blood, 
Feel  it  and  declare  it ; 

0  that  I  could  sing  so  loud. 
All  the  -world  might  hear  it. 

7  If  no  greater  joys  were  known, 
In  the  heavenly  regions, 

1  would  try  to  travel  on, 
In  this  pure  religion. 

Heaven's  here  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory's  here  and  yonder  ! 
Brightest  seraphs  join  with  me. 

To  adore  and  wonder. 


141 


6,  6,  9,  6,  6,  6,  6,  9. 


HOW  precious  is  the  name  ! 
Brethren  sing,  brethren  sing. 
How  precious  is  the  name  !  brethren  sing. 
How  precious  is  the  name  ! 
Of  Christ  our  paschal  Lamb, 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  shame, 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree. 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  shame,  on  the  tree. 

I  've  given  all  for  Christ, 
He 's  my  all,  he  's  my  all  ; 
I  Ve  given  all  for  Christ,  he 's  my  all. 


200  cnRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

I  've  given  all  for  Christ, 
And  my  spirit  cannot  rest, 
Unless  "he 's  in  my  breast. 
Reigning  there,  reigning  there, 
Unless  he  's  in  my  iDreast,  reigning  there. 

3  His  easy  yote  I  'U  bear, 
With  delight,  Tvith  delight, 

His  ea^y  yoke  I  '11  bear,  with  delight 

His  easy  yoke  I  '11  bear. 

And  his  cross  I  -will  not  fear  ; 

His  name  I  will  revere, 

Evermore,  evermore. 
His  name  I  will  revere,  evermore. 

4  And  when  we  all  get  home, 
We  will  sing,  we  will  sing  ; 

And  when  we  all  get  home,  we  will  sing 
And  when  we  all  get  home. 
Around  our  Father's  throne. 
And  millions  join  the  theme, 
We  '11  sing  on,  we  '11  sing  on. 

And  millions  join  the  theme,  we  '11  sing  on, 

142  c.  M. 

Something  New. 

SII^CE  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God, 
He  seeks  creation  through  ; 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss. 
In  trying  something  new. 


CHKISTIAN    SONGSTER.  201 

2  The  new  possess  'd  like  fading  flowers, 

Soon  looses  its  gay  hue  ; 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes. 
The  soul  wants  something  new. 

3  0  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours. 

With  India  and  Peru  ; 
The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void. 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  a  Savior's  love. 

All  good  in  him  we  view  ; 
The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  delights. 
In  Christ  finds  all  things  new. 

5  The  joys  the  dear  Redeemer  brings. 

Will  bear  a  strict  review  ; 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again. 
For  Christ  is  always  new 

143  P.  M. 

Here  is  no  Rest. 

HERE  o'er  the  earth,  as  a  stranger  I  rdam, 
Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest ; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim,  I  wandered  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest ; 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day  ; 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away  ; 
My  lieart  doth  leap  when  I  hear  Jesus  say, 
There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 


202  CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTEE. 

2  Here,  fierce  temptations,  beset  me  around  ; 

Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest. 
Here  I  am  griev  'd,  -while  mj  foes  me  sur- 
round, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest : 
Let  men  revile  me,  and  scoff  at  my  name  ; 
Laugh  at  my  weeping,  endeavor  to  shame  ; 
I  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme — 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

3  Here  are  afl9.ictions,  and  trials  severe, 

Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  must  part,  with  the  friends  I  hold 
dear. 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
Sweet  is  the  promise,  I  read  in  his  word  ; 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord; 
They  will  be  call  'd  to  receive  their  reward  ; 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

4  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state ; 

Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest  ; 
Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate; 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  rcleas  'd  ; 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest  ; 
Soon  I  shall  lean  upon  Jesus'  breast ; 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 


CHBISTIAN    SONGSTEE.  203 

144  p.  M.    12,  9,  12,  9. 

Missionaries  to  the  Heathens. 

THEY  have  gone  to  the  land  -where  the 
patriarchs  rest, 
Wnere  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  pos- 
sess 'd. 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  display  'd. 

2  To  the  land  where  the  Savior  of  sinners 

once  trod  ; 
"Where  he  labor  'd,  and  languish  'd,  and 

bled; 
Where  he  triumph  'd  o  'er  death,  and  aseend- ' 

ed  to  God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

3  They  go  to  the  land  where  the  heathens  nov 

dwell, 
Impell  'd  by  the  love  of  their  Lord  ; 
His  love  to  proclaim.  His  mercy  to  tell. 
As  reveal  'd  in  his  excellent  word. 

4  Thy  blessings  go  with  them  ;    0,  be  thou 

their  shield, 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  thajt  fly  ; 
0,  Savior  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  reveal  'd 
In  mercy,  and  might,  from  on  high. 


204  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

45  C.   M. 

Imitating  Wrestling  Jacob. 

AS  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old, 
So  will  my  soul  do  now  ; 
Wrestle,  and  to  my  Savior  hold, 
Nor  will  I  let  him  go. 

2  Like  Jacob,  I  am  weak  and  faint. 

And  overwhelm  'd  with  woe  ; 
Lord,  hear,  aiad  pity  my  complaint, 
For  I'll  not  let  thee  go. 

3  I  come  encoiirag  'd  by  thy  word, 

That  mercy  thou  wilt  show  ; 
Unless  thou  bless  me,  dearest  Lord, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

4  I  come  to  ask  forgiveness  free^ 

Though  I  have  been  thy  foe  ; 
Unless  thou  grant  it.  Lord,  to  me, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  come  to  open  all  my  wants. 

My  sorrow  and  ray  woe  ; 
Unless  thy  healing  grace  abounds, 
I  will  not  let  thee  sro. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  205 

6  I  come,  thy  promises  to  plead, 

Where  love  and  mercy  flow  ; 
Unless  thou  bless  me.  Lord,  indeed, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

7  I  come  to  give  thee  this  vile  heart. 

Which  sin  has  mangled  so  ; 
CTnless  salvation  thou  impart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go.  . 

8  I  come  to  ask  for  all  thy  love, 

And  all  thou  canst  bestow  ; 
Cnless  the  blessings.  Lord,  I  prove, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

9  Thus  will  I  wrestle  while  I  live, 

A  pilgrim  here  below  ; 
And  when  in  gloiy  I  arrive, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 


146  L.  M. 

The  Highway  of  Holiness. 

A  HIGHWAY  hath  the  Lord  made  known. 
Through  Jesus  Christ  his  own  dear  Son, 
"I  am,"  saith  he,  "the  truth  the  way," 
All  other  paths  lead  you  astray. 


20G  CHRISTIAN    S0XG6TEK. 

2  If  in  this  road  yon  -wisli  to  be, 

"  Take  up  your  cross  and  follow  me ; 
Deny  yourself  of  ev  "ry  lust, 
And"  in  me  truly  put  your  trust. 

3  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
Narrow  the  road  to  heaven's  gate  ; 
And  if  you  hope  to  enter  in, 
You  must  be  separate  from  sin. 

4  No  stranger  shall  proceed  therein, 
No  lovers  of  the  world  and  sin  ; 
Nothing  unholy  or  unclean, 
Shall  in  this  holy  way  be  seen. 

5  No  vulture's  eye  nor  beasts  of  prey, 
Hath  seen  this  happy  narrow  way  ; 
No  lion's  whelp  hath  trod  the  road. 
That  leads  the  pilgrim  home  to  God. 

6  It  was  cast  up  for  the  redeem  'd, 
And  for  all  the  way-faring  men, 
Then  let  us  strive  to  watch  and  pray. 
And  walk  in  Christ  the  living  way. 

147  P.  M.     11,  II,  11,11. 

Giving  the  Parting  Hand. 

FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  i 
is  at  hand, 
That  we   mu>^t   be  parted  from  this  s 
band, 


CHRISTIAN    SO-XGSTER.  207 

Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, ' 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obev. 

2  Farewell,   my   dear    brethren,   farewell   for 

awhile, 
We  '11  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence 

smile  ; 
But    when    we    are    parted,  and   scatter 'd 

abroad, 
"We'll  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be 

discharg  'd  ; 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasure  en- 

enlarg  'd  ; 
With  shouting  and  singing,  tho'  Jordan  may 

roar. 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  stand  on  tibe 

shore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who 're  listed 

for  war. 

Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near  ; 

Altho'  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilder- 
ness. 

Tour  Captain's  before  you,  he  '11  lead  you  to 
peace. 


23S  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

5  Fare-well,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken 

heart, 
0,  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save. 
His  arms  are  extended,  your  souls  to  receive. 

6  Fare-well,  faithful   Christians,  fare-well    all 

around. 
Perhaps  we  '11  not  meet  till  the  last  trump 

shall  sound. 
To  meet  you  in  glory,  I  give  you  my  hand. 
Our  Savior  to  praise  in  that  heavenly  land. 

148        P.M.  10,10,11,11. 

The  Lord  will  Provide. 

THOUGH   troubles    assail,   and   dangers 
affright. 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 

unite. 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  -whatever  betide. 
The  promise  assures  us — the  Lord  -will  pro- 
vide. 

2  The  birds  -without  barn  or  storehouse,  are 
fed. 

From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread ; 

His  saints  -what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be 
denied. 

So  Long  as  'tis  -written,  the  Lord  -will  pro- 
vide. 


CHRISTIAN   EOXGSTEPw  209 

3  When  satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  ( though  oft  he  has 

tried,) 
The  heart-cheering  promise — the  Lord  "will 
provide. 

4  He  tells  us  we  're  weak — our  hope  is  in  vain  ; 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain: 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have 

tried. 
This  answers  all  questions — the  Lord  will 
provide. 

5  Hfo  strength  of  our   own,  or  goodness    we 

claim ; 

Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus'  name  ; 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  "we 
hide ;     ^ 

The  Lord  is  our  power — ^the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  heaves  in 

view. 
The  word  of   his  grace  shall  comfort  us 

through  ;         . 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 

side, 
"We  hope  to  die  shouting — the  Lord  will  pro* 

ride. 

14 


210  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE. 

149  P.  M.  or  4  lines  7s. 
The  Divine  Melchisedek. 

RING  of  Salem,  bless  my  soul ! 
Make  a  wounded  sinner  whole  ; 
King  of  righteousness  and  peace. 
Let  not  thy  sweet  visit  cease  ! 

2  Come  !  refresh  this  soul  of  mine, 
With  thy  sacred  bread  and  wine  I 
All  thy  love  to  me  unfold, 

Half  of  which  cannot  be  told. 

3  Hail !  Melchisedek  divine ! 

Thou  great  High  Priest  shall  be  mine 
All  my  powers  before  thee  fall. 
Take  not  tithe,  but  take  them  aU. 

150  8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7. 
Am. — Siberia. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze  ; 
See  the  promises  advancing 

To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ! 
Blessed  jubilee,  blessed  jubilee  1 
Let  the  glorious  morning  dawn  I 


CHRISTIAN  so:;gster.  211 

2  Let  the  dark  bcnigLted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  Ijarbarian,  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquesf. 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary  : 
Let  the  gospel,  let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness. 

Grant  them.  Lord,  the  glorious  light ! 
New  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
Let  redemption,  let  redemption. 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

4  Flyabroad  thou  mighty  gospel. 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ! 
May  the  lasting,  wide  dominions 

Multiply,  and  still  increase  : 
Sway  thy  sceptre,  sway  thy  sceptre. 
Savior,  all  the  world  around. 


151    P.  M.    10,  8, 10,  8,  10,  8,  10,  8. 

The  Happy  Children. 

WHAT  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus, 
Into  the  house  of  pray  'r  and  praise, 
And  join  in  union,  while  love  increases, 
Resolv  'd  this  way  to  spend  our  days. 


212  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Altho'  we  're  hated  by  tlie  world  and  Satan, 
The  flesh,  and  such  as  love  not  God  ; 

Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons, 
We  ofttimes  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

2  Since  we  'ye  been  waiting  on  blessed  Jesns, 

We  found  some  strength  come  from  above. 
Our  hearts  have  burn  'd  with  holy  rapture. 

We  long  to  dwell  with  Christ  above. 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given, 

And  tnist  in  God  for  time  to  come ; 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaven. 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we  're  going  home. 

3  And  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  who  spurn  his  grace  ; 
Lest  they  should  lose  love's  richest  treasure 

And  ne  'er  enjoy  his  smiling  face. 
Now  here 's  my  heart  and  my  best  wishes. 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love; 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus, 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we  '11  meet  above- 


152  c.  M. 

OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit. 
Cemented,  joined  in  one  ; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  Yoicct^ 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 


CHRISTIAN    SO-VGSTER.  213 

Our  hearts  did  bum  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow  'd  with  sacred  fire  ; 
He  stopp  'd  and  talk  'd,  and  fed  and  blest. 

And  ml  'd  th'  enlarg  'd  desire. 

CHORUS. 

A  Savior  Ipt  creation  sin^  ; 

A  Savior  let  all  heaven  ring  : 
He  *s  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fullness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ; 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o  'er, 
We  're  joining  those  who  're  gone  before  ■. 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 

2  The  little  cloud  increases  fast,  _ 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show  *r. 

And  all  its  moisture  drain. 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows. 

Yet  pour  the  mighty  flood  ; 
0  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

.?  And  when  thou  mak  'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett  'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
Then  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine. 

Proclaim  'd  by  thee  alone. 
May  we  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  sinners  sav  'd  by  grace  ; 
From  glory  into  glory  claang  'd, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


214  CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTER. 

153  lOs,  lis,  &  12s. 

The    Voice  of  Triumph. 

LIFT  your  glad  voices  in  triumpli  on  High, 
For  Jesus  Lath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die  ; 
Vain  were  the  terrors  that  gather 'd  around 
him, 
And  short  the  dominions  of  death  and  the 
grave ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that 
bound  him, 
Resplendent  in  gloiy,  to  live  and  to  save  : 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high, 
The  Savior  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die. 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  ; 

The  being  he  gave  us  death  cannot  destroy  : 
Sad  were  the   life   we   may  part  with   to- 
morrow, 
If  tears   were   our  biiiihright,  and,  death 
were  our  end  ;  /  ^ 

But  Jesus  hatli  cheered  the  dark  valley  of 

SOITOW, 

And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend : 
Lifr.  then  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
Foi"  Jesus  hath  lisen,  and  man  shall  not  die 


CHRISTIAN    SO.VGSTEa.  21S 


154       p.  M.    8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6,  6. 

THE  road  that  many  travel  in, 
Is  not  the  road  for  me  ; 
It  leads  to  everlasting  pain, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
It's  mark  'd  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood, 
The  passage  here  is  free  ; 
0  that 's  the  road  for  me. 

2  The  pearls  that  worldlings  covet  so. 

Are  not  the  pearls  for  me  ; 
Their  beauty  fades  as  quickly  too, 

As  sun-shine  on  the  sea. 
But  there 's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise. 
It's  call  'd  the  pearl  of  greatest  price. 

Though  few  its  value  see  : 

0  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 

3  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish  here. 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me  ; 
Most  surely  will  they  perish  there, 

Unless  from  sin  they  flee. 
But  there  's  a  hope  that 's  fix  'd  in  God, 
It  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word. 

And  sinful  pleasures  flee  : 

0  that 's  the  hope  for  me. 


216  »        CHEISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

4  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch's  brov 

Is  not  the  crown  for  me  ; 
It  dazzles  but  a  moment  now. 

Its  brightness  soon  will  flee. 
But  there 's  a  crown  prepar  'd  above, 
For  those  who  walk  in  humble  love. 

Forever  bright  will  be. 

0  that 's  the  crown  for  me. 

155 

Death  and  Resurrection  of  Christ 

CHRIST  was  born  in  Bethlehem, 
Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem, 
Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem, 
And  in  a  manger  laid  : 

But  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  ro'jC 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud- 

2  His  life  was  our  example. 
His  life  was  our  example, 
His  life  was  onr  example. 
His  death  our  only  hope  : 

For  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  ros<j. 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud 

3  Peter  he  denied  him, 
"Peter  he  denied  him, 

Peter  he  denied  him. 

And  sadly  he  did  weep  : 

Till  he  rose,  he  rose,  for  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  clouds 


CHEI8TIAN    SONQSTEK.  217 

4  Judas  he  betray  'd  him, 
Judas  he  betray  'd  him, 
Judas  he  betray  'd  him, 
With  a  deceitful  kiss  : 

But  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

5  The  Jews  they  crucified  him. 
The  Jews  they  crucified  him. 
The  Jews  they  crucified  him. 
And  nail  'd  him  to  the  cross  : 

But  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

6  Joseph  begg  'd  his  body, 
Joseph  begg  'd  his  body, 
Joseph  begg  'd  his  body. 
And  laid  it  in  the  tomb  : 

But  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

7  Mary  came  a  weeping, 
Mai-y  came  a  weeping, 
Mary  came  a  weeping, 
To  see  her  loving  Lord  : 

For  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

8  Down  came  a  shining  angel, 
Down  came  a  shining  angel, 
Down  came  a  shining  angel, 
And  roll  'd  away  the  stone  : 


218  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Then  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  \reut  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

9  Christ  came  forth  triumphant, 
Christ  came  forth  triumphant, 
Christ  came  forth  triumphant. 
And  conquer 'd  death  and  hell : 

For  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

10  Go  tell  John  and  Peter, 
Go  tell  John  and  Peter, 
Go  tell  Jolin  and  Peter, 

I  'm  risen  from  the  dead  : 

Jesus  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

11  Shout!  shout!  the  victory. 
Shout !  shout !  the  victory. 
Shout !  shout !  the  victory, 
"We  're  on  our  journey  home  : 

For  he  rose,  he  rose,  yes,  he  rose 
And  went  to  heaven  in  a  cloud. 

166  7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6. 

The  Little  Scholar. 

I  AM  a  little  scholar, 
I  daily  go  to  school ; 
To  learn  my  Master's  lessons. 
That  perfect  holy  rule. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  219 

The  scholars  they  all  love  him. 
The  school  is  good  and  free  ; 

Come  all  ye  careless  sinners, 
And  go  to  school  with  me 

2  I  am  a  little  christian, 

The  Lord  has  made  me  so  ; 
A  lonely  little  creature, 

"What  wonders  he  can  do. 
I  love  the  things  I  hated, 

I  hate  the  things  I  lov'  d  ; 
My  Master  is  preparing  me. 

To  reign  with  him  above. 

3  I  am  a  little  preacher, 

I  preach  the  gospel  free  ; 
And  what  my  Master  gives  me, 

I  give  it  all  away. 
And  when  my  heart  is  empty, 

I  '11  go  to  Master's  store  ; 
And  tell  him  all  about  it, 

He  smiles  and  gives  me  more 
/ 

4  I  am  a  little  watchman, 

I  stand  on  Zion's  hill  ; 
And  when  the  foe  is  coming, 

I  give  a  certain  call. 
I  *11  blow  the  gospel  trumpet. 

To  let  the  people  know 
That  all  who  will  take  warning. 

May  escape  from  evQjy  foe. 


220  CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTEB. 

5  I  am  a  little  shepherd, 

I  feed  my  Master's  sheep  ; 
It's  on  the  hills  of  Zion, 

'Tis  them  I  love  to  keep. 
The  food  mj  Master  gives  me, 

With  which  I  feed  the  flock, 
Is  the  word  of  life  divine, 

And  honey  from  the  Rock. 

6  I  am  a  little  soldier, 

I  've  listed  in  the  war  ; 
I  *ve  fought  through  many  a  battle. 

And  may  fight  as  many  more. 
And  when  the  war  is  ended, 

I  '11  lay  my  armor  down  ; 
And  fly  away  to  Jesus, 

To  wear  a  starry  crown. 


157 


p.  M.    7,  7,  7,  4. 


WORTHY,  worthy  is  the  Lamb  ! 
Down  from  heaven  to  earth  he  came, 
Glory  be  unto  his  name 
Who  once  was  slain. 

CHORUS. 

Glory !  hallelujah  ! 
Praise  him  !  hallelujah  I 
Glory !  hallelujah  " 
Pause  ye  the  Lord  ! 


CUKISTIAN    SONGSTER.  221 

2  Bend  thy  bo^w,  and  wliet  thy  sword, 
Send  thy  Spirit  with  thy  word  ; 
Now  revive  thy  work,  0  Lord  ! 

Thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Glory  !  hallelujah  !  <fec 

3  In  this  place,  and  at  this  hour. 
Bare  thy  arm,  display  thy  power, 
Show  thyself  the  conqueror, 

Thou  reigning  Lamb. 

Glory  !  hallelujah  !  <fec. 

4  Stars  of  morning,  shout  for  joy 
Sing  redemption's  mystery ; 
Holy  !  holy  !  holy  I  cry — 

Praise  ye  the  Lord.  1 

Glory !  hallelujah  !  <fec. 

5  Strike  the  stoutest  sinner  through, 
Force  the  cry  :  "  what  shall  I  do  !  " 
Let  him  weep  till  born  anew. 

To  praise  the  Lord. 

Glory  !  hallelujah  !  <fec 

6  And  when  landed  safe  above. 
In  the  kingdom  of  his  love. 
We  shall  all  the  fullness  prove. 

Of  Christ,  the  Lamb. 
Glory !  hallelujah  1 


222  cnaiSTiAN  songstee. 

158  p.  M. 

Christian  Encouragement. 

CHRISTIAN  dear,  who  art  here, 
Don 't  get  fearful ; 
Tribulation  we  have  here  : 
Meet  with  trials,  death,  and  fear, 

Soon  releas  *d  you  'J.1  triumph  cheerful, 

2  Be  sincere,  ever  clear. 

From  all  sinning  ; 
Jesus  ever  near  will  be  : 
Grace  he  11  give  to  comfort  thee  ; 
Till  in  triumph  you  '11  be  singing. 

3  "World  adieu  ;  I  '11  pursue 

On  my  journey  ; 
On  that  good  old  way  I  '11  stay  ; 
In  that  narrow  happy  way — 

Christ  will  lead  me  on  my  journey. 

4  God  remains  still  the  same  ; 

Precious  Master  ! 
He  will  lead  me  by  the  hand, 
Bring  me  to  the  Father-land  ; 
To  the  sweet  and  heavenly  pasture. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  22S 

5  Is  the  time  drawing  nigh 

When  death  shall  meet  me 
Jesus  still  will  be  my  friend  ; 
Angels  guide  me  to  the  end  ; 
Bring  me  home  where  saints  shall  greet  me 

6  In  that  place  we  '11  embrace 

Dear  acquaintances  ; 
Who  suffer  'd  tribulation  here  ; 
Now  are  free  from  death  and  fear  ; 
Also,  new  and  dear  relations. 

7  With  God 's  Son  around  his  throne — 

Hear  members  praising : 
When  like  thunders  voice  you  11  hear  ! 
And  like  mighty  waters  roar ! 
While  the  neavenly  songs  are  raising  I 

159  P.M.. 

Salvation  is  a  Joyful  Sound. 

SALVATION  is  a  joyful  sound  ; 
Jesus  brought  from  heaven  down. 
To  Jew  and  Gentile,  bond  and  free, 
And  every  one  may  come  and  see. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  said  that  they  might  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 
Eternity,  eternity. ; 
Happy  in  eternity. 


224  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER, 

2  Jesus  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb, 
Appear  'd  a  babe  in  Bethlehem  ; 
"Was  born  a  King  among  the  Jews, 
To  give  them  light,  but  they  refus  'd. 

Chorus. — Jesus  said  that  they  might  be 
Happy  in  eternity,  &c. 

3  Sinner,  Jesus  led  for  thee 
A  suffering  life  to  Calvary  : 

While  on  the  cross  he  hung  and  cried  ; 
Thus  he  bow  'd  his  head  and  died, 

Chorus. — Jesus  died  that  you  might  be 
Happy  in  eternity,  <fec. 

4  Jesus  lay  within  the  tomb. 
Silent  till  the  third  day  morn  ; 
It  was  about  the  break  of  day. 
An  angel  roll  'd  the  stone  away. 

CnoRrs. — Jesus  rose  that  you  might  be 
Happy  in  eternity,  &c. 

6  0  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 
You  must  die  and  wear  the  shroud  ! 
Time  will  rob  you  of  your  bloom  ; 
Death  will  drag  you  to  the  tomb. 
Chorus.— Then  you  '11  cry  and  want  to  be 
Happy  in  eternity,  <fec. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  225 

()  Say  "will  you  go  to  heaven  or  hell  ? 
To  one  you  must,  and  there  to  dwell, 
Christ  will  come  and  quickly  too  ; 
I  must  meet  him,  so  must  you  : 

Chorus. — 0  then  you'll  cry  and  want  to  be 
Happy  in  eternity,  &c. 

7  The  great  white  throne  will  soon  appear ! 
All  the  world  must  then  draw  near  : 
Sinners  will  be  driven  down  ! 
Saints  will  wear  a  stany  crown. 

Chorus. — 0  then  you'll  crj  and  want  to  hC 
Happy  in  eternity,  &c. 


160  P.  M.    7,  7,  7,  7. 

■    Saints  Arrayed  in  White. 

WHO  are  these  arrayed  in  white  ? 
Brighter  than  the  noon-day  sun  J 
Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light, 
Nearest  the  eternal  throne. 

CHORUS. 

Victory  !  0  victory  ! 
They  have  gained  the  victory  '. 
O  how  happy  we  shall  be. 
When  we  've  gain  'd  the  victory. 

15 


J6  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  These  are  they  who  bore  the  cross, 

Nobly  for  their  Master  stood  ; 
Sufferers  in  his  righteous  cause, 
Followers  of  the  living  God. 

3  Out  of  great  distress  they  came  ; 

Wash  'd  their  robes  by  faith  belo"W  ; 
In  the  blood  of  yonder  Lamb — 
Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow. 

4  Therefore  are  they  next  the  thrdne, 

Serving  their  Master  day  and  night ; 
God  resides  among  his  own,^ 
God  doth  in  his  saints  delight. 

5  No  excessive  heat  they  feel, 

From  the  sun's  directer  rays  ; 
In  a  mildir  clime  they  dwell, 
Regions  of  eternal  day. 


161  p.  M. 

Homeward  Bound 

OtTT  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 
"We're    homeward    bound,    homeward 
bound  ; 
Toss'd  on  the  waves  of  a  rough  restless  tide, 
We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 


CirRISTIAN    SONGSTER,  227 

Far  from  the  ?afe  quiet  harbor  w-e  rode. 
Becking  our  Father's  celestial  abode  ; 
Promise  of  whicli  on  each  he  bestowed  : 
We're  homcvrard  bound,  homeward  bound 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars. 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound; 
Look,  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores! 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Steady,  0  pilot,  stand  firm  at  the  wheel ; 
Steady,  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale  ; 
O  how  we  fly  !  'neath  the  loud  creaking  sail, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide  ; 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Glory  to  God  !  all  our  dangers  are  o  'er  ; 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore  ; 
Glory  to  God  !  we  '11  shout  forever  more  : 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound; 


162  6,  5,  6,  5,  6,  6,  6,  5. 

WHEN"  shall  we  meet  again. 
Meet  ne  'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 
Round  us  forever  ? 


SSi8  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Our  hearts  will  ne  'er  repose. 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows. 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 
Ifever,  no,  never  I 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow. 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill. 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill. 
And  fears  of  parting  chill, 

N'ever,  no,  never. 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us  dear  Savior  ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever  : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell. 
There  may  our  music  swell. 
And  time  our  joys  dispel  ; 

Never,  no,  never. 

•4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again. 
Meet  ne  'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain, 

Round  us  forever : 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
•    Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
OuF  songs  of  praise  shall  close, 
Never,  no  never. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  Z 

163       P.  M.    7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  7,  7,  7. 

^  Glance  Into  the  Tliird  Heaven. 

BURST,  ye  era'rald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptur  'd  vision. 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysiaa  : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes  ; 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  ; 
Sun  of  righteousness  arise. 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise  ! 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  him  ;  ^ 
Myriads,  -with  supreme  delight. 

Instantly  adore  him  : 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame  ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim — 
All  the  music  of  his  name. 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme  I 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station, 
Shout  his  glorious  victories. 

Sing  the  "  great  Salvation  I  " 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne. 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy,  holy.  Holy  One  ! " 


830  CURISTIAN     SOXGSTEll. 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies. 
Seem  methinks,  to  seize  us  ; 
Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays  : 

Sing  of  him  who  saves  us  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song  1 
Sweetest  note  ou  mortal  tongue  ! 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung  ! 
Jesus,  Jesus,  flow  along ! 

164  p.  M. 

The  Beautiful   Valley. 

TPIS  low  down  in  that  beautiful  valley, 
X   Where  love  crov/ns  the  meek  and  the 
lowly  ; 
Where  no  storms  of  envy  or  folly 

Can  e  'er  roll  their  billows  again  ; 
The  meek  soul,  in  humble  subjection, 
Can  there  find  unshaken  protection. 
There  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection. 
The  mind  soothe  from  sorrow  and  pain. 

2  This  low  vale  is  free  from  contention. 
Where  no  soul  can  dream  of  dissention, 
Where  no  wiles  of  evil  intention 

Can  find  out  these  regions  of  peace  : 
'Tis  there,  there  the  Lord  will  'deliver, 
And  souls  drink  of  that  beautiful  river. 
Where  peace  flows  forever  and  ever. 
And  love  and  joy  forever  increase. 


\    CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  23i 

3  There  those  who  by  storms  have  been  driven. 
Shall  moor  their  bark  in  that  beautiful  haven. 
And  there  bask  in  the  sunshine  of  heaven. 

And  triumph  in  Immanuel's  name. 
*Tis  there,  there  in  yonder  bright  glory. 
We  11  shout  and  sing,  and  tell  the  glad  story; 
And  when  we  've  pass  'd  cold  Jordan  quite 
over, 
We  '11  sing  "  halleluiah  to  God  and  the 
Lamb ! " 


16e5  P.   M. 

The  Glorious   Treasure. 

RELIGION"  is  a  glorious  treasure. 
The  purchase  of  the  Savior's  blogd  ; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  consolation  ; 
-     It  lifts  the  thoughts  to  things  above  ; 
It  calms  our  fears  and  soothes  our  soitows  ; 
It  smooths  our  way  o  'er  life's  rough  sea  : 
*Tis  mix'd  with  goodness,  meeknes,  and 
temperance  ; 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be.    t 

2  This  earthly  house  must  be  dissolved, 
And  mortal  life  will  then  be  o'er  ; 
All  earthly  cares  and  earthly  sorrow. 
Shall  pain  my  eyes  and  heart  no  more  ; 


232  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

But  pure  religion  remains  forever. 

And  my  glad  heart  shall  strengthen  'd  ha  ■ 

"While  endless  ages  are  oqward  rolling, 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  ife. 

3  How  vain,  how  fleeting,  how  transitory 

This  world,  with  all  its  splendid  show ; 
Its  vain  delights  and  deceitful  pleasures, 

I  '11  gladly  bid  tliem  all  adieu  ; 
But  grace  and  glory  shall  be  my  story. 

While  I  in  Jesus  such  beauty  see  : 
"While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heav  'nly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

4  While  trav  'ling  here  through  tribulation. 

In  Christian  love  we  '11  rAarch  along  ; 
And  while  contention  divides  the  "Union," 

In  Jesus  Chwst  we  '11  all  be  one  ! 
For  pure  religion  unites  together 

In  Christian  union,  I  plainly  see  : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling. 

This  heav  'nly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

166        p.  M.   11, 10,  n,  10. 

Come  ye  Disconsolate. 

COME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish ! 
.     Come,  at  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel. 
Here  bring  your  wounded  heails,  here  tell 
your  anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot 
heal !  -   . 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  233 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and 

pure  ! 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name, 

saying, 
*'  Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav  'n  cannot 

cure !  " 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  life,  see  waters  flow- 

ing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  fron^ 
above  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever  know- 
ing, 
Earth  has  no  soripw  but  heav'n  can  re- 

mnvp  t 


4  Let  not  your  unbelief  keep  back  the  blessing, 
But  in  the  cause  of  God  fully  engage  !^ 
Bow  at  the  throne  of  grace,  ever  confessing, 
Earth  has   no  sorrow  that  heav'n  can't 


5  Lo !    from  the    shining    throne,  Jesus  the 
Savior, 
Looks  with  complacency,  bids  you  receive 
Joy,  peace,  and  pleasure  sweet,  pardon  and 

favor  : 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heav  'n  can  relieve. 


234  CURISTIAN    SONGSTEE 

167 


Y 


P.  M.     4  lis. 

Christian  Experience. 

E  people,  that  wonder  at  me  and  my 
ways. 

And  oft  with  astonishment  on  me  do  gaze. 
Come,  lend  your  attention,  and  I  will  relate 
My  past  exercises,  and  my  present  state,    ot 

'2  The  people  I  follow  I  once  did  despise, 
Andofttimes  you  gazed  on  me  with  surprise; 
1  gaz  'd  with  a  mixture  of  pride  and  disdain, 
Yet  still  from  their*  meetings  I  covdd  not 
refrain. 

3  I  sometimes  did  jest  at  their  sighs  and  their 

groans, 
And  sometimes  in  spirit  felt  deeply  to  mourn; 
Their  praying  and  mourning  gave  me  such 

offence,  * 

I  thought  it  delusion,  and  all  a  pretence. 

4  I    ofttimes    determin  'd    I  'd  hear    them  no 

more. 
But  still  on  occasions  would  go  as  before 
Although  persecuting,  I  still  would  return, 
The  sparks  of  conviction  beginning  to  bum. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEE.  235 

b  The  word  cloth 'd  with  power  at  length 
reach  'd  my  heart ; 

I  sat  under  preaching  and  there  felt  the 
dart ; 

I  strove  to  conceal  it,  but  all  was  in  vain  ; 

To  pray,  weep,  and  tremble,  it  did  me  con- 
strain. 

6  I  sunk  down  in  sorrow,  so  deep  ray  disti'ess; 
I  lay  for  some  moments  almost  motionless, 
Till  Jesus  in  mercy  his  love  did  reveal ! 

A  wonder  !  a  wonder  1  Oh,  how  did  I  feel  I 

7  My  burden  of  guilt  was  removed  and  gone. 
My  spirit  was  joyful,  my  soul  was  serene  ; 
I  stood  up  and  prais  'd  him  without  dread 

or  fear, 
Nor  would  I  have  car  'd  though  the  world 
had  been  there. 

8  My  friends  may  despise  me,  and  foes  ridi- 

cule ; 
The  wise  of  the  world  may  esteem  me  a 

fool  ; 
But  all  their  attempts  will  be  fruitless  and 

vain. 
For  Jesus  has  bless  'd  me  and  I  '11  praise  his 

name. 


91S$  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

168  p.  M.    7s,  &  6s. 

The  Conquest. 

WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing, 
Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song," 
Proclaim  the  conquest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  eai'th  decended 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ?  ' 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
The  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujuh  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


169  p.  M.    lis. 

Sweet  Home. 

A'N  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wander 'd  through  earth,  its  gay 
pleasures  to  trace 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  237 

In  the  path  war  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Cnmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home  I  home !  sweet,  sweet  home  1 

O  Jesus  conduct  me  to  heaven  my  home  I 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade 

away. 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they 

decay  ; 
But    pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  aro 

giv'n. 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heav  *ii. 

3  Allure    me    no    longer,  ye    false    glo-wing 

charms  ; 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I  '11  go  to  his  arms  1 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is 

room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at 

home. 

4  Farerrell,    vain    amusements !    my    follies 

adieu ! 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view  ; 

1  feast  on  the-  pleasures  that  flow  from  his 

throne. 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my 
home. 


:6ao  CHUISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

CHORUS. 

Home  !  Lome  !  sweet,  s-weet  home  ! 

0  Jesus  conduct  me  to  heaven  my  home 

170  p.  M.    lis.  ' 

Sweet  Home. 

'l\/riD   scenes  of  confusion  and  crsature 

llL  complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints  ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of    mercy  there  a 

room. 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 

peace. 

And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  can- 
not cease  ;  » 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  1 
roam, 

1  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  I  si^h  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Whic^^nders  my  joy  and  communion  with 


ich..hind 


CHBISTIAN    SONGSTER.  239 

Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows 

may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I  'm  with  thee 

at  home. 

4  "While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my 

day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

b  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine. 
And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at 
home. 


171  p.  M.     lis. 

The  Ancient  Noah's  Ark. 

YOU  are  invited  with  Christ  to  embark. 
On  board  his  rich  ship,   the  ancient 
Noah's  Ark, 
Which  was  launch  'd  at  Eden,  has  long  been 

at  sea. 
And  comes  into  harbor  for  you  and  for  me. 

2  I  enter  'd  on  board  her,  for  who  could  delay, 
Where  so  many  could  sing,  could  praise, 
and  could  pray  ? 


i/irfiiSiji^AA,; 


MH  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Our  Captaia  is  Jesus,  liis  mercy  is  great, 
Our  labor  is  lieav  'ulj,  our  bounty  is  s-weet. 

3  Thrice  blessed  be  He  who  launch  'd  her  at 

first, 
And  rigg  'd  her,  and  stor  'd  her,  on  purpose 

for  us  ; 
God's  love  so  amazing,  is  till  her  main  sail, 
She 's  plank  'd  with  salvation  quite  down  to 

the  keel. 

4  Provision  on  board,   and    clothing  —  great 

store. 
Provided  by  wisdom,  design  'd  for  the  poor  ; 
The  robes  of  salvation,  with  which  our  good 

Lord 
Will  clothe  all  your  souls,  when  you've 

enter  'd  on  board. 

5  The    vessel  was  built  and  completed  by 

Grace, 
"Was  fitted  and  stor  'd  for  burthen  and  chase; 
From  her  bow  to  her  stern,  she 's  strongly 

secur  'd. 
Her  cargo  is  wealthy,  and  wisely  insur  'd. 

6  The  winds  and  the  waves  He  still  holds  in 

his  hand. 
And  likewise  her  foes  are  at  His  command^ 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  241 

Near  six  thousand  j'cars  she 's  been  cruisiag 

the  main, 
And,  man  'd  Tvith  the  ransom  'd,  she  harbors 

ag^iin. 

7  Our  Captain  live  '11  praise,  who  took  us  oa 

board. 
In  safety  we  are,  if  we  sail  with  the  Lord  ; 
Bound  to  the  fair  haven,  our  port  we  shall 

gain. 
In  spite  of  all  dangers,  in  crossing  the  main. 

CHORUS. 

Sing  glory  to  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree, 
And  has  fitted  this  vessel  for  you  and'^or  me: 
Although  here  as  strangers  awhile  we  may 

roam. 
This  Ark  will  convey  us  all  safely  up  Home. 

172  p.  M.    9,8,9,8. 

My  Fatherland. 

THERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are 
stay  'd  ; 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there. 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

CHORUS. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  Father's  land  ! 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  ! 
Come  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band. 

And  waft  me  in  peace  to  that  shore ! 
16 


24^  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode  : 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell, 
For  there  is  the  palace  of  God  I 
That  blissful  place,  &c. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 

Who  worship  'd  and  suffer  *d  with  me. 
Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 
That  blissful  place,  &c. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 

When  life  and  its  troubles  are  o  'er, 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give. 
And  there  I  shall  son-ow  no  more. 
That  blissful  place,  <fec. 


173 


S.  M. 
The  Lord  is  Risen. 

THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ! 
Then  justice  asks  no  more  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  now  agreed. 
Who  stood  oppos  'd  before. 

2  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ! 

Then  is  his  work  perform  'd  ; 

The  mighty  captive  now  is  freed. 

And  death,  our  foe  disarm  'd 


CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTER.  243 

3  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ! 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey  ; 
With  him  is  risen  the  ransom  'd  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

4  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ! 

Attending  angels  hear  ; 
Fp  to  the  courts  of  heav  'n  with  speed. 
The  joyful  tidings  hear. 

5  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 
Join  all  ye  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


174 


p.  M.     8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7,  4,  7. 

Air. — Zion. 

Zion  Encouraged. 

Ol^r  the  mountain  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  sacred  heralds  stand, 
"Welcome  news  to  Ziou  bearing, 
Zion  long  ia  hostile  lands. 
Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 


244  CHKISTIAN    SONGSTEK. 

2  Lo  !  thy  sun  is  risen  ia  glory  ! 

God  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasted  triumph  ends. 
Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  -will  surely  send. 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

3  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble. 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redress  'd  ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double. 
In  thy  Maker 's  favor  blest.  , 

AH  thy  conflicts 
End  in  an  eternal  rest. 
All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  an  eternal  rest. 

175  p.  M.    11,  7,  8,  7. 

Thanksgiving. 

PRAISE  the  Lord  !  Praise  the  Lord,  when 
blushing  morning 
Wakes  the  blossoms  fresh  with  dew  ; 
Praise  him  when  reviv  'd  creation. 
Beams  with  beauties  fair  and  new. 

2  Praise  the  Lord  !    Praise  the  Lord,  when 
early  breezes 
Come  so  fragrant  from  the  flowers  ; 
Praise,  thou  willow,  by  the  brook  side  ; 
Praise  ye  birds  among  the  bowers 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  245 

3  Praise  the  Lord  !  Praise  the  Lord,  and  may 

his  blessing 
Guide  us  in  the  way  of  truth  ; 
Keep  our  feet  from  paths  of  error. 
Make  us  holy  in  our  youth . 

4  Praise  the  Lord  !  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  hosla 

of  heaven  ; 

Angels,  sing  your  sweetest  lays, 
All  things  utter  forth  his  glory  ; 
Sound  aloud  Jehovah's  praise. 

176  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  8,  6. 

The  Atonement  of  Christ  on   the  Cross. 

BEHOLD  !  behold  the  Lamb  of  God  I 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 
For  you  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 
•  On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

Oh  !  hear  his  all-important  cry, 
Eloi  lama  Sabacthani  : 
Draw  near  and  see  your  Savior  die. 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

2  Behold  his  arms  extended  wide. 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

Behold  his  bleeding  hands  and  side. 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

To  heav  'n  he  rais  'd  his  Ian  quid  eyes, 

'Tis  finis  'd  now,  the  sufferer  cries  ; 

He  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies. 
On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 


# 


246  CH&ISTIAN    SOXGSTSS. 

3  Oil !  sinners,  see  liirn  lifted  up 

On  tluB  cross,  on  tlie  cross. 
For  you  he  .drain  'd  the  bitter  cup. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 
The  rocks  did  rend,  the  earth  did  quake. 
When  Jesus  did  atonement  make, 
When  Jesus  suffer  'd  for  your  sake. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

4  Let  every  Chri.-tian  come  and  sing. 

Round  the  cross,  round  the  cross- 
Let  every  mourner  come  and  cling, 

To  the  cross,  to  the  cross, 
And  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand. 
And  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand. 
Declare  the  triumph  through  ihe  li 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross. 

5  Where  'er  I  go,  I  '11  tell  the  stoiy 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross. 
In  nothing  ehe  my  soul  shall  glory. 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross. 
And  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be. 
Through  time,  and  in  eternity, 
That  J  esus  tasted  dt  a:;h  for  me, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER 


^47 


177  p.  M.    8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7. 

Dismission. 

JESUS  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
Send  it  down  Lord  from  above  ; 
May  we  all  return  borne  praying, 
And  rejoicing  in  thy  love.  _ 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters. 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
• 
£  Jesus  pardon  all  our  follies, 
Since  together  we  have  been  ; 
Make  us  humble  make  us  holy. 
Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

3  May  thy  blessing.  Lord,  go  with  us, . 
To  each  one's  respective  home  ; 
And  thy  presence,  blessed  Savior, 
Rest  upon  us  every  one. 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  arrive  at  home. 

178       P.  M.    8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  8,  6. 
Sing  Hallelujah. 
QING  hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord  ! 
O        Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice  ; 
Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 
And  in  his  name  rejoice  : 


248  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

Ne  'er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransom  'd  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Till  in  the  realms  of  endless  light, 
Your  praises  shall  unite. 

2  There  we  to  all  eternity, 

Shall  join  the  angelic  lays, 

And  sing  in  perfect  hannony 

To  God  our  Savior's  praise  : 

He  hath  redeem  'd  u  3  by  his  blood, 

And  made  kings  and  priests  to  God  ; 

For  us,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !     Amen. 

179 

Safe,  in  the  Promised  Land. 

WHERE  now  is  good  old  JN'oah  ? 
Where  now  is  good  old  Noah  ? 
Where  now  i-:.  good^old  Noah  ? 
Safe  in  the  promis  'd  land. 
He  went  up  through  the  flood  of  waters, 
With  his  wife,  and  sons,  and  daughters, 
Now  he  rests  from  all  his  labors — 
Safe  in  the  promised  land. 

2  Where  now  is  good  Elijah  ? 

By  chariot  wheels  he  was  swiftly  driven. 
To  the  blissful  courts  of  heaven  ; 
To  him  a  rich  reward  was  given. 


CHRISTIAN   SONGSTER.  249 

3  "Where  now  are  the  HebreT:^  children  ? 
Though  the  furnace  flam  'd  around  theoi,    • 
God,  he  in  their  troubles  found  them. 
And  with  love,  andjuercj,  crown 'd  them. 

4  "Where  now  is  good  old  Daniel  ? 
The  lions  could  him  not  devour. 
In  that  dark  and  trying  hour, 
God,  he  sar'd  him  dj  his  power. 

5  "Where  now  are  the  old  Apostles  ? 
They  went  up  through  fear  and  sighing, 
Scourging,  torturing,  crucifying  ; 
Nobly  for  their  Master  dying. 

6  Where  now  is  good  old  Lazarus  ? 
He  went  up  through  sore  afflictions, 
To  a  great  and  glorious  mansion' ; 
Now  he  rests  in  Abraham's  bosom. 

7  "Where  now  is  weeping  Mary  ? 
She  went  up  from  the  feet  of  Jesus, 
By  her  love  our  faith  increases  ; 

There  she 's  fann  'd  by  Canaan's  breezes. 

8  There  our  souls  shall  learn  the  chorus, 
Saints  and  angels  sung  before  us  ; 
"While  all  heav  'n  is  beaming  o  'er  us. 
Safe  in  the  promis  'd  land. 


250  CS&ISTIAN    SONGSTER. 


There  -we  '11  sing  and  shout  forever. 
There  "we  '11  sing  and  shout  forever. 
There  we  'II  sing  |nd  shout  forever. 
Safe  in  the  promis  'd  laud. 


180 


7s. 

MY  Bible  leads  to  glory, 
My  Bible  leads  to  glory. 
My  Bible  leads  to  glory, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


Sing  on,  pray  on,  ye  followers  of  Immanuel 
Sing  on,  pray  on,  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

2  Religion  makes  me  happy. 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

3  Kin^  Jesus  is  my  Captaiuj 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

4  I  'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


5  There  we  shall  live  forever. 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


CHEISIIAN    SQNaSTEB.  2^1 


181 


Ck)me  to  Jesus. 

COME  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now  ; 
Just  no"w,  just  now,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

2  He  will  save  you,  (fee. 

3  He  is  able,  <fec. 

4  He  is  willing,  <fec. 

5  O  believe  him,  <fec. 

6  He  is  calling,  <fec. 

7  Come  poor  sinner,  <fec.     • 

8  Come  my  neighbors,  <fec. 

9  God  is  waiting,  <fec. 

10  Christ  is  pleading,  <fec. 

11  Get  religion,  <fec. 

12  Christ  may  leave  you,  <fec. 

13  Time  is  flying,  <fec. 

14  Pray  on  brethren,  <fec. 


2S2  CHETSTIAN    SONGSTEfe. 

182 

Jesus  Died  and  Rose. 

DID  you  hear  that  Jesus  died  ? 
Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  died  ? 
He  died  for  you,  and  he  died  for  me, 
And  he  died  for  every  one  : 
Yes,  he  died  for  every  one.  ts 

2  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  rose  ?  <fec. 

3  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  lives  ?  (fee.  • 

4  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  reigns  ?  <fec, 

5  Did  you  liear  that  he  has  a  feast  ?  Ac. 

6  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  pleads  ?  (fee. 

7  Did  you  hear  that  he  has  a  cross  ?  <fee. 

8  Did  you  hear  that  he  has  a  crown  ?  (fee. 

9  Did  you  hear  of  the  long  white  rob^  ?  (fee. 

10  Did  you  hear  that  he  '11  come  again  ?  <fec, 

1 1  Did  you  hear  that  he  has  a  home  ?  (fee.     s 

12  Did  you  hear  that  he  "11  judge  the  world  ? 
Did  you  hear  that  he  '11  judge  the  world  ? 
He'll  judge  the  world  in  righteousness  ; 
And  he  '11  judge  us  every  one  : 

Yes  he  '11  judge  us  every  one. 


CHRISTIAN     SOKGSTEK.  253 

183  11,  8, 12,  9. 

The  Dear  LiUle  Children. 

I  THINK  w}  en  I  read  that  sweet  story  of 
old. 
When  Jesua  was  here  among  men  ; 
How  he  call  'd  little  children  as  lambs  to  his 
fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  plac  'd  on 

ray  head, 
That  his  arras  had  been  thrown  around  me; 
That  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  looks  when 

he  said. 
Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me. 

3  He's  gone  to  that  beautiful  place  to  pre- 

pare. 
For  all  who  are  wash  'd  and  forgiven  : 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heav  'n. 

4  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go. 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  hira  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above. 


054  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.' 

5  There  are  thousands  and  thousands  whc 

wander  and  fall. 
And  ne'er  have  heard  of  that  heavenly 

home  ; 
I  should  like  them  to  know  there  is  room 

for  them  all. 
And  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 

6  I  long  for  the  jojs  of  that  glorious  day, 

The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best  ; 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime. 
Shall  crowd  to  his  arms  and  be  blest. 

184  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6,  8. 

O  ThaVs  the  Drink  for  Me. 

THE  drink  that 's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl, 
Is  not  the  drink  for  me  ; 
It  kills  his  body  and  his  soul ; 

How  sad  a  sight  is  he ! 
But  there 's  a  drink  which  God  hath  given. 
Distilling  in  the  showers  of  heaven,  * 

In  measures  large  and  free  ; 

0  that 's  the  drink  for  me, 

0  that 's  the  drink  for  me, 

O  that 's  the  drink  for  me. 

2  The  stream  that  many  prize  so  high 
Is  not  the  stream  for  me  ; 
For  he  who  drinks  it  still  is  dry, 
Forever  dry  he  '11  be. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  255 

But  there  *s  a  stream  so  cool  and  cleaT. 

The  thirsty  traveler  lingers  near, 
Refresh  'd  and  glad  is  he  ; 
0  that  *s  the  stream  for  me, 
0  that 's  the  stream  for  me, 
0  that 's  the  stream  for  me. 

3  The  wine-cup  tliat  so  many  prize. 

Is  not  the  cup  for  me  ; 
The  acking  head  and  bloated  eyes, 

In  their  sad  train  I  see. 
But  there 's  a  cup  of  water  pure, 
And  he  who  drinks  it  may  be  sure 

Of  health  and  length  of  days 

0  that 's  the  cup  for  me, 

0  that 's  the  cup  for  me, 

0  that 's  the  cup  for  me. 

185  7,  6,  7,  7, 11. 

P  0  I  ffo  1    thou  that  enslav  'st  me, 
vT  N"ow,  now  thy  power  is  o  'er  ; 
Long,  long  have  I  obey  'd  thee. 
Now  I  '11  not  drink  any  more. 
No,  no,  oh  no,  now  I  '11  not  drink  any  more. 

2  Then  !  thou  !  bringest  me  ever. 

Deep,  deep  sorrow  and  pain  ; 
Now,  now,  from  thee  I  '11  sever. 

Now  I  '11  not  serve  thee  again. 
No,  no,  oh  no,  now  I  *11  not  seiwe  thee  again. 


256  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

3  Rum  !  rum  !  thou  hast  bereft  me 

Of  home,  friends,  pleasures  so  sweet ; 
If ow,  now,  forever  I  've  left  thee. 

Thou  and  I  never  shall  meet. 
No,  no,  oh  no,  thou  and  I  never  shall  part. 

4  Joys  !  joys  !  bright  as  the  morning, 

Now,  now  upon  me  will  pour  ; 
Hope,  hope  sweetly  is  dawning, 

iNow  I  '11  not  drink  any  more. 
No,  no,  oh  no,  now  I  '11  not  drink  any  more. 


186  8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7. 

AiE. — Bride's  Farewell. 
The  Tipler's  Farewell  to  his  Whisky. 

FAREWFLL,  whisky !  tears  are  streaming 
From  my  red  and  swollen  eyes  ; 
I  in  gems  and  roses  beaming, 
Bid  farewell  to  all  our  ties  ; 
Farewell  brandy  !  now  I  leave  thee, 

Joy  and  hope  my  bosom  swell ; 
I  can 't  trust  thee,  you  deceive  me, 
Farewell  monster  !  fare  thee  well. 

2  Farewell  porter  !  thou  art  smiling, 
Yet  there 's  poison  in  thy  flow  ; 
Long  you  've  tempted  me,  beguiling, 
Chaining  me  when  I  would  go. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEK.  257 

Farewell  toddy  !  Ihou  didst  curse  me, 
E  'er  my  lips  my  name  could  tell  ; 

See  the  -wounds  where  you've  caress  'd  me; 
Vile  seducer,  fare  the"e  well. 

Farewell  drinking  !  now  I  leave  thee. 

Thinking  all  my  sorrows  o  'er  ; 
Every  thought  of  thee  must  grieve  me. 

Though  I  shun  thee  evermore. 
Hearken  brothers  who  deride  me, 

I  to  you  a  tale  can  tell ; 
Come  and  join  with  scores  besides  me. 

And  bid  tipling  haunts  farewell. 


187  8,  8,  8,  8. 

The    Dying    Child's  Appeal  to  her    Drunken 

Father. 

STAY,  father  stay  !  the  night  is  wild, 
0  !  leave  not  now  your  dying  child  : 
I  feel  the  icy  hand  of  death, 
And  short,  and  shorter  grows  my  breath. 

2  Stay,  father,  stay  !  ere  morning  light 
My  soul  may  take  its  upward  flight ; 
And,  0  1  I  cannot,  cannot  die, 
While  thou,  my  father,  art  not  by. 

17 


3So  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTEB. 

3  Stay,  father,  stay  !  my  motlier's  gone, 
And  you  and  I  are  left  alone  ; 

And  in  lier  star-lit  home  on  high, 
She  '11  \reep  that  I,  alone,  should  die. 

4  Stay,  father,  stay  !  0,  leave  this  night 

The    maddening    bowl,    whose    with  'ring 

blight 
Has  cast  so  dark  a  shade  around 
The  home  where  joy  alone  was  found. 

6  Stay,  father,  stay  !  alone,  alone, 

"With  none  to  cheer,' and  none  to  mourn  ; 
I  cannot  leave  this  world  of  wqc, 
And  to  the  land  of  spirits  go. 

6  Stay,  father,  stay  1  once  more  I  ask, 
0,  think  it  not  a  heavy  task, 
To  stay  with  me  till  life  shall  end — 
My  last,  my  only  earthly  friend. 

188 

Will  You  Come  to  the  Grove. 

ILL  you  come  to  the  grove, 
'Tis  a  beautiful  shade. 
And  partake  of  the  viands 
So  tastefully  spread. 

CHORUS. 


w 


CHORUS. 

"Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Come  to  the  grove  ? 


ClilllSTIAX    SOKGSTER.  259 

2  Will  you  come  to  tlie  spot 

Where  the  cvorii^rcens  grow, 
Who.-;e  le-ives  drink  the  dew, 

And  decay  never  know  ? 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  yon,  will  you, 
Come  to  the  spot  ? 

3  We  will  pleasantly  talk, 

We  will  merril}^  sing, 
While  we  drink  of  the  water 

That  flows  from  the  spring. 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you 
Come  to  the  grove  ? 

4  Will  you  bring  each  his  mate, 

And  invite  him  to  sign, 
The  sweet  pledge,  the  safe  pledge. 

To  drink  water,  not  wine. 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  yOu, 
Bring  each  his  mate  ? 

5  'Tis  the  hope  of  our  countiy. 

That  pledge — it  will  save, 
Full  many  a  youth 

From  th'  inebriate's  gvave. 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you. 
All  sign  the  pledge  ? 


960  CnRLSTTAN     SONGSTER. 

04  ■ 

189 

The  Irish  Bci/\:  Lament,  or,  Three  Grains  of 


Corn, 


0 


GIVE  me  three  grains  of  com,  mother, 
_    Only  three  grains  of  corn  ; 
'Twill  keep  this  little  life  I  have, 
Till  the  comiiig  of  the  morn. 


8  I  am  dying  of  hunger  and  cold,  mother, 
I  am  dying  of  hunger  and  cold  ; 
The  agonies  of  such  a  dtath 
My  lips  have  never  told. 

3  I  dream  'd  of  bread  in  my  sleep,  mother, 

And  the  sight  was  cheering  to  me  ; 
I  awoke  with  an  eager  parched  lip. 
But  you  had  no  bread  for  me. 

4  How  could  I  look  to  you,  mother, 

How  conld  I  look  to  you 
For  bread,  to  give  to  your  starving  boy, 
When  you  are  starving  too  ? 

5  The  famine  is  seen  on  your  cheek,  motlier, 

And  in  your  eye  so  wild  ; 
I  felt  it  in  your  bony  hand, 

"When  you  laid  it  on  your  child. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  261 

6  How  dreary  is  our  lot,  motlier, 

"Without  one  heart  to  than' ; 
"We  're  crush  'd  beneath  the  iron  hand 
Of  want,  the  most  severe. 

7  0  what  has  poor  Ireland  done,  mother, 

0  what  has  poor  Ireland  done  ; 
That  they  must  suffer  such  a  death 

As  starving,  one  by  one. 

The  men  of  England  care  not,  mother, 

"Whether  we  live  or  die  ; 
For  the  bread  thoy  give  to  their  dogs  to-night 

"Would  give  life  to  you  and  me. 

9.  There 's  many  a  brave  heart,  here  mother. 
That  is  dying  of  hunger  and  cold  ; 
"While  just  across  the  channel,  there. 
The  queen  is  robed  in  gold. 

10  My  life  is  alraast  spent,  mother, 

1  soon  must  bid  you  adieu  ; 

I  'm  going  to  a  world  unknown, 

And  you  are  going  too.  -• 

11  There  we  shall  hunger  no  more,  mother, 

Nor  Buffer  from  toil  and  care  ; 
There  we  '11  obtain  a  rich  reward. 
And  crowns  of  glory  wear. 


262  CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTEE. 

12  Soon  -^e  sliall  meet  again,  mother, 

To  tell  our  sufferings  o  'er  ; 
And  join  in  one  delightful  song, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

13  Come  nearer  to  my  side,  mother. 

Come  nearer  to  my  side  ; 

Embrace  me  fondly  as  you  did 

My  father,  when  he  died. 

14  Quick  !  quick  I  I  cannot  see  you,  mother, 

My  limbs  are  growing  cold  ; 
0,  mother  !    dear  mother,  ere  I  die. 
Give  me  three  grains  of  com. 


190  H.  M. 

Air. — Farlon. 
Christ's  Advent. 
ARK  !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy, 
.  Roll  o  'er  the  heavenly  plains  , 
And  seraphs  find  employ, 
For  the  sublimest  strains  : 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known, 
Loud  ring  the  harps  around  the  throne 


H 


Hark  !  hark  !  the  sounds  dr^w  nigh. 
The  joyful  hosts  decend  ; 

Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend. 


CHRISTIAN    SOXGSTER.  263 

He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race, 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round. 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

"What  pity  he  can  show  : 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
O  bear  the  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise  ye  sons  of  men, 

And.  loud  his  grace  proclaim. 
Angels  and  men  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Savior's  praise  we  sing 

191  7s. 

Air. — Eltham. 
Messiah's  Reign. 

HASTEN  Lord  the  glorious  time, 
When  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Eveiy  nation  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  taibes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  hosts  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains  shall  hurt  no  more. 


Q^  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

2  "  "Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates,  unfold, 

Clos  'd  no  more  by  death  and  sin  ; 
Lo  !  the  conquering  Lord  bohold, 

Let  the  King  of  gloiy  in." 
Hark  !  th'  angelic  hosts  enquire, 

"  Who  is  he  th'  Almighty  King  ?  '* 
Hark,  again  the  answering  choir, 

Loudest  strains  of  triumph  sing. 

3  "  He  whose  powerful  arm  alone. 

On  his  foes  destruction  hurl  'd ; 
He  who  hath  the  victory  won, 

He  who  saved  a  ruin  'd  world — 
He  who  God's  pure  law  fullfill  'd, 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  word  ; 
He,  whose  truth  with  blood  was  seal  'd  ; 

He  is  heaven's  all  glorious  Lord." 


192  L.  p.  M. 

Air. — Nashville. 
The  Bible. 

I  LOVE  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford, 
To  souls  benighted  and  distress  'd  ; 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  strsLj, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER,  265 

2  Thy  threat  'nings  xrake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin. 

And  gives  a  free  and  large  reward. 

3  Who  knows  the  error  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God  forgive  my  secret  faults. 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  ; 
Accept  my  weak  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

193  s.  M. 

Am. — Olney. 
Inviting. 

THE  Spirit  in  our  hearts. 
Is  whispering,  "  sinner  come  ;  " 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ  proclaims, 
To  all  her  children,  "come." 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say. 

To  all  about  him  "come  !  " 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will. 

Oh  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  tiie  stream  of  life  , 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 


266  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  •who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  :  " 
Lord,  even  so,  we  "wait  thy  hour 
0  blest  Redeemer,  come. 


194  p.  M. 

The  Song  of  Jubilee. 
ARK  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 


H 


Loud  a?  mighty  thunders  roar. 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound. 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wake  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  : 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furl  'd  ; 

Sheath  *d  his  sword — he  speaks;  'tis  done. 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world. 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 


CimiSTIAN    SONGSTER.  267 

195  6,  5,  G,  5,  6,  6,  6,  5. 

We  'II  Meet  in  Glory. 

FAREWELL,  my  friends  beloved, 
Time  passes  swiftly, 
"When  moments  are  improved 

Time  passes  sweetly  : 
In  Jesus  we  are  safe. 
When  our  few  years  are  done. 
Before  the  shining  throne. 
We  '11  meet  in  glory. 

2  The  woes  of  life  we  feel, 

And  its  temptations  ; 
But  let  us  nobly  fill 

Our  proper  stations  : 
Soldiers  of  Christ,  hold  fast, 
The  war  will  soon  be  past, 
The  victory  comes  at  last, 

We  '11  meet  in  glory. 

3  But  Oh  !  what  joys  shall  crown 

That  happy  meeting  ; 
We  '11  bow  before  the  tlirone, 

Each  other  greeting : 
Refresh  'd  again  we  start, 
Though  for  a  while  we  part. 
Yet  always  joined  in  heart. 


SJ€8  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 


196 


6,  5,  6,  5,  6,  5,  6,  5. 

Admomtion  to  Improve  Life, 

LIFE  is  onward,  use  it 
With  a  forward  aim  ; 
Toil  is  heavenly,  choose  it, 

And  its  welfare  claim. 
Look  not  to  another 

To  perform  your  will. 
Let  not  your  own  brother 
Keep  your  wartn  hand  still. 

2  Life  is  onward,  try  it, 

Ere  the  day  is  lost ; 
It  hath  virtue,  buy  it, 

At  whatever  cost. 
If  the  world  should  offer 

Every  precious  gem. 
Look  not  at  the  scoffer. 

Change  it  not  for  them. 

3  Life  is  onward,  heed  it. 

In  each  varied  dress. 
Your  own  act  can  speed  it 

On  to  happiness. 
His  bright  pinion  o  'er  you. 

Time  waves  not  in  vain 
If  hope  chants  before  you 

Ker  prophetic  strain. 


cirr.fSTiAX  so:rr.?TER.  2G9 

197  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  6. 

*•  A  Day's  March  Nearer  Home.'" 

IK'N'OW  this  life  's  a  pilgrimage— 
A  journey  to  the  skies — 
A  passage  to  that  better  land. 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 
Oh,  then  to  find  so  sweet  a  place      ; 

Above  yon  starry  dome, 
I  go,  for  every  day  but  brings 
"  A  day's  march  near  home." 

2  The  path  I  know  is  sometimes  smooth. 

And  then  again  uneven  : 
I  raurmer  not,  for  'tis  the  way 

That  pilgrims  go  to  heaven. 
I  know  there  is  a  stream  call  'd  deaths 

"Whose  waters  dash  and  foam, 
'Tis  just  before — but  still  I  go — 

"  A  day's  march  nearer  home." 

3  Oh,  what  relief  it  is  to  know 

The  time  connot  be  long. 
Before  my  soul  shall  be  regaled 

Within  the  land  of  song. 
This  cheering  hope  I  cannot  find 

Within  the  skeptic's  tomb  ; 
My  Bible  bids  me  onward  go — 

"  A  dav's  march  nearer  home." 


270  CHKISTIAN    SONGSTES. 

198 

"  Vital  Spark  of  Heat  *nly  FlameJ* 

YIT AL  spark  of  heav  'nly  flame. 
Quit,  0  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'rin^  flying  ' 
Oh  !  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  aying  : 
Come,  fond  nature>  cease  thy  strife. 
And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 
Hark  !  they  whi-^per,  angels  say, 
"Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 
Sister  spirit  come  away  ! 

2  "What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite. 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight. 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 
The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ; 
Heav  'n  opens  on  my  eyes  ! 
My  ears  with  sounds  seraphic  ring  I 
Lend  your  wings  !  I  mount,  I  fly, 
0,  grave !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
0,  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


CHORUSES^ 


L.  M. 

ODON  'T  you  want  to  go  !  0   don't  you 
want  to  go  ? 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 
Don 't  you  want  to  go.  ? 
0  don 't  you  want  to  go  ?  0  don't  you  want 
to  go? 
The  Lord  hath  bidden  all  mankind, 
Don 't  you  want  to  go  ? 

HYMN. 

Come  sinn-ers  to  the  gospel  feast,  &c. 

C.  M. 

OTHAT  'LL  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 
0  that'll  be  joyful  to  meet  to  part  no  more* 
To  meet  to  part  no  more. 
On  Canaan' s  happy  shore  ; 
There  we  shall  meet,  at  Jesus'  feet. 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

HYMN. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  bank  I  stand,  &c, 
271 


272  CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER. 


7s,  &  6s. 

WE  'LL  go  home  in  the  morning, 
We  '11  go  home  in  the  morning, 

About  the  break  of  day. 
We  '11  go  home  in  the  morning, 
We  '11  go  home  in  the  morning. 
We  '11  go  home  in  the  morning 

About  the  break  of  da^r. 
We  '11  go  home  in  the  morniilg, 
We  '11  go  home  in  the  morning, 

About  the  break  of  day. 

HYMN. 

0  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  <fec. 


0 


L.  M. 
HAIL !  0  Hail ! 
I  'm  bound  to  join  the  union  band, 


0  hail  !  0  hail ! 
I  'm  bound  for  the  throne 


Faiewell,  vain  world,  I  'm  going  home,  <kc. 
I  'm  bound  for  the  throne,  Ac. 


0 


C.  M. 
HEAVEN  !  sweet  heaven  I 
Dear  heaven  the  blest : 


CHRISTIAN    SONGSTER.  if73 

How  I  long  to  be  there, 
With  the  angels  to  share, 
And  to  lean  on  my  Savior's  breast. 

UYMN. 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,  <fec. 


P.  M. 
\TrHAT  a  meeting  !   what  a  meeting  that 
\V       will  be  ! 

W^at  a  meeting  !  what  a  meeting  that  will 
be! 
What  a  meeting  that  will  be, 
When  our  Savior's  face  we  see  : 
And  we'll  all  meet  around  God's  bright 
throne, 
Our  fathers,  our  fathers  will  be  there. 
Our  fathers,  our  fathers  will  be  there. 
Our  fathers  will  be  there. 
Who  use  'd  to  worship  here  : 
And  we'll   all   meet   around   God's   bright 
throne. 


P.  AI. 

¥E  'LL  take  our  fathers  by  the  hand. 
By  the  Land,  by  the  hand  ; 
We  '11  take  our  fathers  by  the  hand. 

And  inarch  with  them  to  the  promis'd  landy 

18 


274  CURISTIAX    SOXGSTER. 

And  never  return  again. 
We  '11  pass  over  Jordan, 
Vv^e  'il  pa->s  over  Jordan, 
Y.^e  '11  pass  over  Jordan, 
And  never  return  again. 

2  "We  '11  take  our  helmet,  STVord  and  shield. 

Sword  and  shield,  sword  and  shield  ; 
We  '11  take  our  helmet,  sword  and  shield. 
And  boldly  march  into  the  field, 

And  never  return  again. 

We  '11  pass  over  Jordan, 

We  '11  pass  over  Jordan, 

We  '11  pass  over  Jordan, 

And  never  return  again. 

3  We  'U  take  our  mothers  by  the  hand,  Ac. 

4  We  '11  take  our  brethren  by  the  hand,  &c. 

5  We  '11  take  our  sisters  by  the  hand,  (fee. 

6  We  '11  take  our  neighbors  by  the  hand,  &c. 

7  We  '11  take  our  children  by  the  hand,  <fec. 
S  We  11  take  the  mourner  by  the  hand,  <fec. 

L.  M. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord  for  he  first  lev  'd  me. 
And  he  died  on  the  cro>s  for  sinners  ; 
He  died  for  me,  and  died  for  you. 
And  he  died  on  the  cross  for  sinners. 

HTMN. 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone,  <fec. 


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8s,  &  7s. 
W1||*L  rise  and  go  to  Jesus, 
He  "11  embrace  me  in  his  arras  ; 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Savior — 
0,  there  are  ten  thousand  charms. 

HYMN. 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,  <fec. 

L.  M. 

HAPPY  day,  happy  day. 
When  Jesus  wash  'd  my  sins  away 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 
Happy  day,  happy  day. 
When  Jesus  wash  'd  my  sin-s  away. 

S.  M. 

WE  'LL  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We  "11  Vvait  till  Je.-^us  comes, 
We  '11  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we  11  be  gatlier  d  home. 

HYMN. 

I  'm  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die,  (fee. 


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INDEX. 


Jk..  PAQI. 

As  Jacob  once  travel  'd,  was  veary  by  day,  24 

And  no-w  ray  dear  brethren 49 

At  da'svning  of  day .< 43 

Another  year  has  told  its  tale 118 

A  home  in  heav  'n  !  -n^hat  a  joyful  tho't..  126 

A  little  longer  here  below 140 

Awake  my  soul  and  hear  the  sigh 172 

As  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old 204 

A  highway  hath  the  Lord  made  known . .  205 

An  alien-from  God  and  a  stranger  to  grace.  236 

B. 

By  faith  I  view  my  Savior  dying 8 

Bewilder  'd  weeping  heart 1 37 

Bui'st  ye  em  'raid  gates  and  bring 229 

Behold  !  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 245 

♦  c. 

Come  Christians  let  us  join  and  sing 80 

Camp-meetings  with  thy  presence  crown.  93 

Christ  is  set  on  Zion's  hill 107 

276 


INDEX.  JH ' 


PAGE. 


Come  all  ye  saints  of  God 113 

Come  my  brethren  let  us  try 14 1 

Come  let  us  anew  and  journey  pursue. ...  IW 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus. ;^ol 

Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear l^b 

Come  saints  and  sinners  hear  me  tell !»/ 

Come  all  ye  weary  travelers l»y 

Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem ^lo 

Christian  dear,  who  art  here ^^^ 

Come  ye  disconsolate -^^-^ 

D. 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know •  •     ^7 

Draw  nigh  to  us  Jehovah 23 

Dear  brethren  I  have  found _^  54 

Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve ._, .  191;. 

Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  died  ? ^25^ 

Farewell,  we  meet  no  more 41 

Farewell,  to  thee,  brother 56 

Farewell !   farewell  to  all  below 69 

From  eveiy  stormy  wind  that  blows 106 

Fervent  prayer  my  soul  employs 147 

Far,  far  bey9nd  the  swelling  river. ..    ...  170 

Farewell  my  dear  brethren 206^ 

Farewell  whisky  !  . .  •••••••• •  •  •  ^56 

Farewell,  my  friends  beloved ^o/ 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah 102 

Go !  go  !  thou  that  enslav  'st  me 255 


278  INDEX.  * 

H.  PAQS. 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation 144 

How  sweet  is  the  cordial  of  love 143 

Heavenly  day,  heavenly  day 138 

How  happy  is  the  man  who  hath  chosen.  132 

How  pleasant  'tis  to  see 28 

Home,  home  beameth  before  thee 46 

Hail,  ye  missionaiy  band 82 

How  happy,  how  joyful,  how  loving 84 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 87 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. ...     96 

Hail  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 130 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 196 

How  precious  is  the  name 199 

Here,  o  'er  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam 201 

Hark  !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy 262 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 263 

Hai'k  !  the  song  of  jubilee 266 

I. 

In  seasons  of  grief  to  m;^  God 16 

I  love  my  Lord,  I  love  his  laws 19 

I  am  a  pilgrim  and  a  stranger 34 

I  'm  g^.ad  I  ever  saw  the  day 40 

In  the  resurrection  morning , 60 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here 119 

I  have  sought  round  this  verdant  earth. ..  156 

If  Jesus  Christ  was  sent 175 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger 192 

I  am  a  little  scholar 218 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  stoiy. .' . . .  253 


INDEX.  279 


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I  love  my  dear  Josiis,  I  love  him  as  Lord.  173 

I  love  the  volume  of  thy  word 264 

I  know  this  life  s  a  pilgrimage 269 

J". 

Just  as  I  am  without  one  plea 79 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 92 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move 114 

Jerusalem  my  glorious  home 121 

Jesus  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 146 

Jesus  thy  love  shall  I  forget 174 

Jesus  grant  us  all  a  blessing 247 

K. 

King  of  Salem  bless  my  soul, 210 

Lo  1  the  heavens  are  breaking 52 

Leader  of  faithful  souls 120 

Lift  you  glad  voices 214 

Life  is  onward  use  it 268 


Mixture  of  joy  and  ti'oi^fi;. 45 

Mary  to  the  Savior's  tcMih 59 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 65 

Meet  again  when  life  is  o  'er 66 

My  faith  looks  np  to  thee Ill 

My  mansion  in  the  sky 124 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory 162 

*Midst  sorrow  and  care 195 

My  Bible  is  a  glorious  treasure 250 


280  IJ?DEX. 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature.  ..*  238 
My  Bible  leads  to  gloiy 250 

Ifearer,  my  God,  to  thee 51 

O. 

O  Jesus  now  I  come  to  thee 18 

Our  lowly  brother's  lying 32 

0  Jesus  divine,  my  Lord  and  my  God. . .     36 
0  Jesus  our  King 42 

0  fountain  of  goodness 44 

One  day  as  I  was  walking 67 

D  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul 179 

0  'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 210 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 212 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride. ...  226 
0  give  rae  three  grains  of  corn,  mother. . .  260 

Oh  happy  day  that  fix  'd  my  choice 77 

O  land  of  rest  for  thee  I  sigh 95 

0  that  I  had  some  secret  place 109 

O  love  divine  how  sweet  thou  art 110 

0  sing  to  me  of  heaven 127 

Oh  how  cheating,  oh  how  fleeting 148 

Oh  Jesus,  m}'  Savior,  I  know  thou 149 

O  come,  come  away 1 57 

On  the  mountain  top  appearing 243 

Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress. ...     23 

Peacefully,  tenderly .■ 160 

Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  the  Lord 244 


INDEX.  281 

Precious  Bible  what  a  treasure 171 

R. 

Rise,  rise,  rise  from  tliy  mourning 139 

Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure 231 

S. 

Star  of  peace,  to  vrand  'rers  weary 83 

Sinners  go,  will  you  go. ......  • do 

Sister  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely ^o 

Sinner  come  'mid  tliy  gloom l^o 

Saints  of  God  what  glories  greet  ye 15d 

Sinners  perhaps  this  news  to  you 154 

Shed  not  a  tear j-^ 

Saw  ye  my  Savior i«^ 

Savior  visit  ihy  plantation  ••••••• ^°^ 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God ^U^ 

Salvation  is  a  joyful  ?ound • 22 i 

Sing  hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord. j^i 

Stay,  father,  stay  !  the  night  is  wild 257 

The  pure  testimony  put  forth  in  the  Spirit.  5 

The  time  is  soon  coming  by  the  prophets.  10 

To  leave  my  dear  friends 26 

There  is  a  friend  above  all  others ^0 

Thus  saith  the  God  of  glory 30 

The  line  to  heaven  by  Christ  was  laid. . .  33 

There  was  a  man  in  ancient  times 3  < 

The  house  of  God  I  love 39 

The  day  was  now  past 4» 

■  Though  troubles  assail ^^^^ 


382  INDEX. 

PAGE. 

The  road  that  many  travel  in 215 

*Tis  low  down  in  that  beautiful  valley. . .  230 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  ai'e  stay'd.  241 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 242 

The  di-ink  that 's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl .  254 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 265 

The  Gospel  ship  has  long  been  sailing. . .  58 

The  voice  of  wisdom  hear 73 

There  are  angels  hovering  round  us 78 

This  book  is  all  that 's  left  me  now 89 

The  old  Israelites  knew 98 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 101 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. . . .  113 

There  is  a  happy  land 116 

There  is  a  spot  to  me  moi'e  dear 122 

'Tis  pleasant  to  sing 135 

The  last  lovely  morning 166 

The  chariot !  the  chariot ! 167 

There  is  a  holy  city 181 

They  have  gone  to  the  land 203 

*  V. 

Vital  spark  of  heav  'nly  flame 270 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  here  below. . .  13 

We 're  marching  to  thepromis'd  land...  14 

When  my  soul  is  distress  'd 17 

Why  wauderc-st  thou  so  far  from  home  ...  21 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again 53 

We  will  a3ore  the  God  of  power 53 


INDEX.  283 

PAGE. 

Why  fear  to  die 63 

Why  that  look  of  sadness  ^. 64 

Will  you  come  to  the  cro^s. 71 

We  meet  upon  this  lonely  shore 76 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 91 

What  poor  despised  company 94 

While  nature  was  sinking 103 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 12.3 

What  though  our  bark  o  'er  life's 35 

Will  you  come  to  the  grove 258 

When  I  set  out  for  glory 128 

What 's  this  that  steals 159 

We  're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above. . .   164 

What  wonderous  love  is  this 190 

What  a  mercy,  a  mercy  is  this 193 

What  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus.  .  211 

Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb., 220 

Who  are  these  array  '.d  in  white  ? 225 

When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 22" 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing. 236 

Where  now  is  good  old  Noah  ? 248 

Y. 

Ye  en"ing  souls  that  wildly  roam 15 

You  may  sing  of  the  beauty  of 151 

Ye  people  that  wonder  at  mo 234 

You  are  invited  with  Christ 239 


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